I command, “Spread your ass, wide.”
I stick my finger up his ass and I wiggle it around managing to find his prostrate.
I am not gentle; I am rough. I massage his prostrate until I swear a gallon of cum exits his penis without any orgasm or even any pleasure for that matter. For him that is. I reap enormous pleasure.
I really need to try this again sometime.
I shout in his face, “You deserved this and here’s something else for you to remember: third parties rule and Republicrats suck.”
You know how I mentioned that I squirt on occasion? Well this was one of those occasions and I squirted on my indentured sex servant’s face. He grimaced so I know he did not enjoy it, but I did enjoy it.
Chapter Sixty Six:
Cock ball torture tonight. I told him it was CBT time. You know how when you search on the internet for CBT you get “Computer Based Training”, well, I think he thought I was going to give him computer based training. I would only give him computer based training if said training pertained to cock ball torture.
Do you want all the details? I think I will share just some of the details with you, not all of the details. Partially because I don’t feel like sharing every last detail. Also partially because I want to leave something to your imagination.
I asked him, “What color is your parachute like that book title asks?”
He responded, “I don’t know.”
Then I attached a parachute onto his nads and he jolted. Agony. Clear as day.
I also attached weights to his nuts. He sobbed.
I humbled him with that “Humbler” device. I even pulled his balls with a rope.
In addition to torturing his balls, I also tortured his cock. After all, it’s cock ball torture, not just ball torture.
I am too mean.
Chapter Sixty Seven:
Spanking time. Spanking is the most clichéd fetish ever, but just because it’s clichéd doesn’t mean it doesn’t have domme value.
So I spanked his ass until his ass turned red out of not embarrassment but out of spanking.
That redness will fade of course, but I get the satisfaction of knowing it will sting for a good while.
Spanking is not a bad thing at all. Try it sometime. Maybe if I wasn’t in the domme position, I would want to have my partner spank my ass red.
Chapter Sixty Eight:
Let’s take a little time out from my tales of domming, to give you an update about the Vision Revolution Party. How has the Vision Revolution Party fared lately?
In the last election cycle we elected 3 Vision Revolution Party members to the United States Senate. Hurray!
We have chapters in all 50 states so it’s good we elected Senators in Minnesota, New York, and New Mexico. They are not going to caucus with the Democrats or Republicans, but they are going to caucus with themselves.
We also got 24 Vision Revolution Party mayoral candidates elected in cities like Garretson, SD, Fargo, ND, Kansas City, KS, Sacramento, CA, and Ovalo, TX.
Additionally, we won a number of state legislator positions. We are dominating things.
Maybe one day we will become the dominant party in some state chamber or even in some national chamber, at the very least in some small town.
That’s just America. We also had major gains worldwide, including prime minister positions in 12 different countries. They may not be G7 countries, but still getting elected to prime minister is no small deal. Most people don’t even bother running for prime minster, so the mere fact our candidates run for prime minister much less win says a lot about our candidates.
If you don’t feel like voting for any candidate, vote for the Vision Revolution Party candidates. You can’t go wrong with voting that way.
Simply put, the Vision Revolution Party rules and because I rule we are a perfect match!
Chapter Sixty Nine:
I go retrieve a special device. Yes, none other than my preferred nipple clamps.
His nipples, I clamp, clamp, clamp. I’m the nipple clamping champ, champ, champ. And don’t you dare ever call me a tramp, tramp, tramp.
So how did he react to these nipple clamps? His torso quivered. His yelps echoed across the basement walls. His tears dripped onto a puddle on the floor.
How did I react to these nipple clamps? I orgasmed.
I wouldn’t want anyone to torture my nipples with or without nipple clamps. But I’m the domme here. Why? Because God ordained this. God ordained third party rule. The time for third party rule is long overdue, so I thank God for his saving grace.
I encourage you to discover nipple clamp related pornography. Unlike with some fetishes, there is plenty available. It may not be the absolutely most popular fetish, but it does seem like plenty of people enjoy it. And that makes me happy.
Chapter Seventy:
I have shared plenty about the Vision Revolution Party’s external successes, but I have neglected to mention our internal affairs. If you were craving that information, fear not any longer. I will give you an update.
Our party just had the nomination convention for the 2016 election. Both our Presidential and Vice Presidential candidates are people of color. The Presidential candidate is Jose Rodriguez, of Panamanian descent. The Vice Presidential candidate is Virginia Ortega, of Cuban descent. If this party wins, we will finally have a woman Vice President, and a woman of color at that! Vote Rodriguez-Ortega 2016!
We also have an exciting slate of candidates for state and local offices. We have candidates for every state of the union. So there is no excuse not to vote for Vision Revolution Party candidates.
Don’t vote for Democrats or Republicans; vote for the Vision Revolution Party.
Chapter Seventy One:
I blindfold his ass and drag him into my living room. I remove the blindfold and sit him on the sofa. I announce, “You are going to watch a movie. Although I have orgasmed, you still need work on your pleasuring skills. So watch this movie. Get engrossed in it. Take notes if necessary. Commit it to memory so I can feel even better yet.”
So what movie did I make him watch? Drumroll please. No, let’s have another drumroll. I want to maximize the suspense; I want to maximize the anticipation; I want to maximize the curiosity.
Rest assured I chose a great movie. A movie that both appeals to me and instructs him on pleasuring skills. Not everyone would prefer this movie, but some would. Set aside a little part of your disposable income to purchase this movie.
So I bet you are bursting with eagerness. Well just wait a little longer. Okay, I think you have waited long enough to discover the title of this fine movie.
I made him watch “I Dream of Rimming”; it models itself after “I Dream of Genie”. I swear it has the best rimming scenes of any porn film ever. Anyone who thinks otherwise can show me a better rimming film.
Chapter Seventy Two:
Any domme worth her salt has to try one fetish on her sub. What fetish do I speak of? Foot fetish, of course!
So I ordered, “Now you are going to love my feet.”
I guided him to lick, lick, lick my toes, toes, toes. Then I guided him to lick, lick, lick my heel, heel, heel. Finally, I guided him to lick, lick, lick my sole, sole, sole.
Wonderful.
Then what did I do?
I guided him to smell, smell, smell my toes, toes, toes. Then I guided him to smell, smell, smell my heel, heel, heel. Finally, I guided him to smell, smell, smell my sole, sole, sole.
Relief.
Erotic joy bombarded me. Maybe erotic joy bombarded him as I know many men have foot fetishes, but I don’t care. This is about me, not him. After all, I won our submission debate and to the victor goes the spoils.
Chapter Seventy Three:
You are probably wondering how was the Vision Revolution Party’s General Convention? It wasn’t terrible; it was awesome.
Not a single aspect of it bored me. Most conventions at least have some boring moments, but when it comes to the Vision Re
volution Party, you only get excitement.
The plenaries rocked! The small group sessions rocked! The informal conversations rocked!
I learned a lot. Not only that, but the General Convention inspired and empowered me to seize power from the Republicrats! I am so on fire to win more elections!
We had a bunch of exciting committees: the Ballot Access Committee, the People of Color Committee, the Women’s Committee, the Middle Class Committee, the Maverick Committee, the Steering Committee, the Election Committee, the Faith Committee, the Campaign Committee, and the Anti-Alcohol Committee to name just a few.
I know I know, you feel tortured hearing me talk about the Vision Revolution Party’s General Convention as you burst with jealousy because you weren’t able to partake. But fear not, you can always join and then you can always attend the next General Convention.
Chapter Seventy Four:
So Jack the sub was complaining about his wisdom teeth. What a pussy! Why didn’t he get them taken out earlier? He’s too old for this.
He tried to convince me he needed to miss some of our sessions so he could get his wisdom teeth extracted, but I didn’t buy it.
In fact, I had an idea, “You don’t need to waste time going to the dentist as I can extract your wisdom teeth. I’m sure you have a dental fetish anyhow.”
He moaned, “Are you kidding? That would hurt.”
“Of course it would. But we don’t have time for you to go to the dentist. I can do it for you.”
So I tied string around each of his four wisdom teeth and then I tied the other end of the string around the nearest door knob and I yanked, yanked, yanked. The teeth fell to the floor and Mr. Macho cried. Then I took care of the wounds so they would heal properly.
Too bad we didn’t tape this because it could make a great web porn video. Oh well, at least I wrote about it here and that still saves this memory for posterity.
Chapter Seventy Five:
You want to know what one of my favorite passions is? Raw foods. I love eating and preparing raw foods. In fact, I serve my raw food delights to my fellow Vision Revolution Party members. They always love everything I prepare. I recently got a food dehydrator so I can prepare warm raw foods and “baked” raw foods. In case you don’t know, just as long as you keep the dehydrator on a low temperature, the food still stays raw. Cool how it works.
Like Harvey Diamond recommends, I try to eat at least 50% of my daily food intake as raw foods. Raw vegan foods, of course.
More people should follow my lead. Fortunately, my fellow Vision Revolution Party members follow my lead. They know a good thing when they see it. They know to follow a leader like me.
Sure you can find many raw delights in the health food stores, but that’s unnecessary when you can expertly prepare raw cuisine like I can.
Raw vegan foods is the reason I live! A beloved passion for sure!
Chapter Seventy Six:
I ordered Jack the Jackass to bring lots of money to our next session. What on earth for you might be wondering? Financial domination fetish. Jack needs to tribute my ass.
I first made him tribute me for just being me. Then I made him pay to receive my soiled panties. After that I made him pay to receive my dirty socks. Finally, I made him to pay to receive my used tampons. I’m an awfully generous domme, aren’t I? I let him keep these tangible mementos of our BDSM sessions.
I had so much fun with this financial domination stuff, I had to do it again. I made him pay to receive my weathered bras. I also made him pay to receive my faded bathing suits. I finally made him pay to receive my old ass nightgown. Indeed the domme isn’t the only one who benefits, the sub benefits too. Win-win BDSM scenario galore!
Financial domination may seem more subtle than many other fetishes, but that doesn’t mean it lacks arousal potential. Trust me, I experienced an abundance of arousal. Best of all, instead of his funds from going to Donald Trump they went to me.
Chapter Seventy Seven:
Hey fans! You want to know another reason why the Vision Revolution Party rules?
We accept Bitcoins and Litecoins and Dogecoins for donations and other services. We pave the way. We are cutting edge like you wouldn’t believe.
We lead the way with cryptocurrencies. Of course, we also accept the old fashioned credit cards, cash, and checks. Hell, we even accept gold, silver, bronze, platinum, copper, and steel bullion. Precious metals, baby! We even accept traveler’s checks and money orders. We accept every type of payment imaginable just as long as it’s valid. What other party can say that?
Do I brag too much? Well, a person can never brag too much about the greatness of the Vision Revolution Party.
Chapter Seventy Eight:
During our next session, I required him to place his hand over his chest and recite the following pledge, “I declare I am a teetotaler!” No more alcohol for him! See, I use my power for good. Most dommes only use their power for fetish purposes. Sure I use my power for fetish purposes, but also for more noble purposes. I don’t mean to suggest fetishes aren’t noble, but you know what I mean.
It thrills me that my sub is a teetotaler. Maybe one day he will be more than just a sub and then he damn well better be a teetotaler.
I don’t care if you are a sub or a friend, I won’t allow you to pollute my home with alcohol. My home is a dry home.
You know what else I did? I gave him another tattoo. I didn’t use my branding device this time; I merely used my tattoo machine. I tattooed “teetotaler” on his back. That way he better never drink alcohol again. I determined his future for him. Long live teetotalism! Long live dry homes, dry countries, and dry nations. Remember how early I said I don’t care for Islam? Well, I just remember there is one thing I like about Islam: prohibition of alcohol. I love how Islamic countries ban alcohol! If only we could have prohibition without Islamic dress codes.
Long live sXe!
Chapter Seventy Nine:
I went to my storage shed and retrieved my cane. I had him role play that he was Michael Fay. You don’t know who Michael Fay is? What the hell? I’m a millennial I know who he is. I need to sigh, so I will explain it to you.
Michael Fay was a dude who engaged in spray paint related vandalism in strict ass Singapore so the government sentenced him to caning.
So I pretended I was a strict government official and I acted as mean as I possibly could. By the way, the Vision Revolution Party is all about freedom and liberation so we wouldn’t actually ever mandate the caning of anyone, especially not for such a minor offense as spray painting. So don’t criticize me for this unique and innovative role playing session.
Jack said he felt excruciating pain, but he also seemed to enjoy it. That’s the paradox of BDSM, I suppose.
Caning isn’t liberating when a draconian government does it, but it is liberating when a third party loving domme does it.
Chapter Eighty:
My domme repertoire would not be complete without doing a certain fetish. How could I leave this just to the imagination? How I could I ever feel satisfied just viewing this fetish on the net?
I just had to try the electric fetish. Don’t worry, I made sure to emphasize safety. I even attended the Fem Dom Association’s Electric Play Certification Seminar. They certified me as an official Electric Play Mistress. I would like to share an interesting fact about electric play with you: William McKinney, our 25th President, experimented with electric play. Could you get a better endorsement than that?
So I attached electrodes to Jack’s gonads and applied electricity. He yelped like no one has ever yelped before. Then I attached electrodes to non-gonad parts of Jack’s body. Predictably, he yelped again.
Life is not complete without trying the electric fetish. So attach electrodes to somebody’s gonads today. Just as long as you have completed the recommended safety training first.
Chapter Eighty One:
I just had to try the fire play fetish. Yes, of course, I did get the Fem Dom Association Fi
re Play Certification. I have been burning to try this fetish. Here is an interesting fact from the certification seminar: 89.3% of American couples have experimented with fire play and 63.9% of American couples regularly engage in fire play.
I safely blazed the fire all over Jack. I am so skilled at it I can make him feel the burn without leaving any marks. I love his pain fire play wise.
I even made Jack compose a poem praising the fire play fetish. It’s not bad, but of course, not as good as the stuff I write. He wrote this, “
Fire Play is okay
No, it’s the best way
Fire Play each and every day
Hell, I’d even pay
For both heterosexual and gay
Try it even with the substance clay”
Applause! I pat Jack on the back.
Chapter Eighty Two:
I ordered Jack to get a vasectomy. I have big plans for him after all. The downside of this was him having to be out of commission for a good week. But you know what I did? I deducted his recovery time from the 7 week submission period. I’m a smart domme.
Jack didn’t like the vasectomy experience. He whined and moaned like a sucker. It sounded unpleasant to say the least. I am glad I am not a guy so I will never have to endure that.
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