Beautiful Submission

Musings of a dominant female, N and her collared slave male, p. Mature content. Happy to remove any images at the request of the owner. Polite feedback encouraged but followers may be removed at Mistress's discretion. Followers who never "like" any content should expect to be removed.

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To Serve Her is a Privilege

Well, I am back in the cage again this morning but at least I am eligible for release from today, so it is the beginning of the end for this period of chastity. It feels like it has been forever, though I know that compared with some of you it's nothing. Also, I've not been locked up the whole time, unlike some.

Having my shrivelled penis inspected and being edged in front of N's boyfriend on Saturday was a bit of a trial, but then life with N is full of challenges. Every now and then She will push the envelope and give me an experience that's particularly difficult, but at least now She will take it gradually so when it comes, I'm better able to cope.

We do also talk about what happened and how it made us feel and She does take on board what I say. For example, when we discussed Saturday, I said that the worst thing was that it felt a bit like m was playing the role of Master, although we agreed that he would be a slave like me, but of a different kind.

It is true he didn't play an active role in events, but he was sat next to Her on the sofa, in his street clothes like Her; and he got to witness (even contribute to) my humiliation while he was not humiliated at all. N took my point and said She'd consider it, but reminded me that to be an effective lover, he needed to retain a certain amount of ego.

I deferred to her judgement and thanked Her for listening to me and for permitting me to serve Her (I regularly add that, since continuing permission warrants repeated thanks). Reflecting on things this morning, I am struck at how thoroughly N dominates me and how other subs envy my position.

To serve and to suffer for Her is a privilege and that's not just me being a crawler; it really is.

[Image from LadyBeckyRose. By the way, there is a HorvyBabe cartoon I would have liked to have posted this morning called Welcome to the Stable, but can't because of the explicit content. If you get a moment, take a look over on Deviant Art.]

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Out of their Comfort Zones

Are you sitting comfortably, guys? I don't know if you will be soon.

Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting on my sofa with m while p was pottering about in the kitchen. We were all dressed in our street clothes and there wasn't a whip or chain in sight. m was even reading a book. It seemed an ideal time to start shaking things up and taking the boys out of their comfort zone.

I called p into the living room.

"Okay, Mister, drop 'em. Time to take a look at that cock of yours". p was clearly startled. I 'inspect' his cock most weekends, but not usually with m sitting right next to me. He gave me a look as if to say, "Please Mistress, don't let's do this now", but I just looked straight back at him with an unyielding expression: "Yes, slave. Now".

As p started to undo his jeans, I glanced back at m, who seemed almost equally surprised this was happening in front of him. I think both boys were also wondering where was it going.

"Should I go somewhere...?" m asked, uncomfortably.

"No, darling," I replied, patting his thigh, "You stay right where you are".

p had dropped his jeans and underpants to reveal his cock cage. His face had gone crimson, but he was staring straight ahead, presumably so he didn't meet m's eyes.

"Okay, hon, let's get this thing off for you".

I took off my bracelet containing the little key, unlocked the cage and carefully removed it, handing it to him as he would have to clean it later. Underneath, his penis was all curled up and limp as usual when it has been in the cage for several days. It was a pathetic sight and p must have found it galling to have m see it.

I drew m's attention to it, in case he had looked away.

"You see how it gets all shrivelled up and horrid when it has been in the cage a while". m pulled a face.

"How long has it been in that thing?" I made p answer.

"Since last weekend. I had it on before that, but N lets me out of it when I come here".

"Has he not taken it off at all this week?" I told m to address his question to p.

"N keeps the key. She wants to be sure I'm not tempted to..." m would have let the sentence tail off like that, but I insisted p say the word.

"Masturbate. So I'm not tempted to masturbate". His voice was cracking a little. I could tell he was finding this all a bit tricky in front of another man, but still he was doing as he was told, which was the main thing.

"Okay, you can pull up your pants and go back to whatever you were doing in the kitchen - no, wash the cage first. Then come back to me in 30 minutes when your little thing has unravelled itself".

p seemed relieved to be dismissed, if only for half and hour. I'm sure he hated producing his penis in front of m, especially when it was in such a shameful condition. I'm pretty sure m didn't want to see it either, but he needed to get used to it, so I can do what I want with my boys whenever I want to.

30 minutes later, p reported back to me and dropped his jeans and underpants again. His dick was looking a bit more normal now. I started to manipulate it to bring him to a full erection. I'm sure he wanted to 'play it cool' while I did that, but the sensations my fingers were giving his long neglected cock must have been overwhelming.

He made whiny, high-pitched noises, closed his eyes and held his head back as if trying not to come. I smiled at m.

"He gets so sensitive. I have to be very careful not to take him over the top. Ah, look at it, all pink and shiny. Untouched by human hands until today!"

"How long is it since you last let him come?" I knew - I keep a record now - but I wanted p to tell him. It was like confession.

"Tell m when I last let you come, slave." Calling him 'slave' added to his excitement and caused another whine of delicious agony.

"8 April", he gasped.

"April?" exclaimed m. "Really?" I laughed.

"Really. Why, do you think it's too long?"

"I don't think I could go that long". I looked at him sternly.

"You'd have to if I told you to, Mister". He looked me in the eyes for a sign that I was kidding but he wouldn't have found one. If I could do it to p, I could do it to him too.

"Are you going to allow him to come today?"

"Mm, what do you think, p? I said I would leave it a minimum two months between cummies, so you're not eligible for release until at least Monday. And I won't see you until next weekend...On the other hand, I could make an exception, if you would prefer to have it now, in front of m..."

I continued to masturbate him as I spoke and he started to approach the point of no return. I could see he didn't really want to ejaculate in front of m and he certainly wouldn't have wanted to lick up his come in front of him as he might have had to; on the other hand, he SOOO wanted to come he couldn't speak, he just moaned.

I took my hand away, leaving him jerking and twitching and covering the head of his knob in case he had an 'accident'.

"No", I said casually, "I said a minimum of two months and I'm going to stick to it. Pants up and get back to work". I patted his bum as he returned forlornly to the kitchen and gave m a big grin, followed by a big hug. I sensed his discomfort. He knew that he wouldn't always be a spectator only. One of these days, that might be him.

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Just a little postscript, honies. All the while I've been writing this, p has been kneeling up by the side of me, hands on his head and penis proud, forbidden to speak. He'll be very relieved to learn that I've finished. He didn't like yesterday; but he has accepted that he has to expect this sort of thing from now on.

N x

[Pic replaces original which Tumblr wouldn't accept even after I censored it for them]

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A Quick Tease

Morning guys,

Just a quickie. Were you excited to hear about K? I was. I don't think p was quite so chuffed as it makes it less likely She'll be using/playing with him in future, but I'm hoping She and Her boyfriend will turn out to be another Femdom couple we can both have fun with. I know they're a lot younger but I'm not sure that matters with us bdsm-ers.

I have something planned for p today which I know he's not going to like and will be difficult for him, but I think he'll cope and it's all part of getting him and m used to one another's presence. It's not going to involve them touching one another or anything like that; in fact, m will just be spectating.

Has that got you wondering? Good. You know how I like a tease.

Now what does all this have to do with these pictures? Nothing. In fact, I didn't know what to use as an illustration, but I liked these shots of XSoColdX looking like a very glamourous version of me (also younger and thinner, though with slightly cartoonish facial features - sorry, hon).

p says these pics show I could get away with the styles She's wearing, but I don't know. She clearly has the figure of a model or a dancer, I really don't. Still, I do all right. I wonder how many slaves She has?

Btw, just a little sidelight: as I write, m has sat on the end of the sofa and started kissing my feet. Not in submission, like p does, just affectionately; but it's cute that I now have two guys who like to do that when I'm writing these posts!

Tell ya tomorrow how it all goes. Happy Saturday boys!

N x

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Bit rushed this morning, so bunching these three together in one post.

Top is the divine Leafy from Leafysfeet, of course; next is an unknown Lady from Zanehhhyyy; and finally, an AI image (I think) from Bobomaio. The last is entitled "Ignoring You".

p

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Breaking News

This just in, guys - K has finally taken the plunge with Her boyfriend, Stephen! CP-wise, that is. I rang Her earlier and as usual, demanded to know "How's Stephen? Have you given him a thrashing yet?" "N!" She protested, "That's personal. I'm not going to tell you, am I?"

"Personal?" I exclaimed, "After all I've let you do with p...You'd think you'd confide in your mentor".

"Who said you were my mentor?" Cheeky cat!

"Well! After all that I've taught you. You ungrateful Madam, K ---- P--"

I heard Her laughing down the phone. I let her get it out of Her system, then feigned indignation (well, not entirely feigned).

"It's not funny, K. I thought I'd introduced you to something new and exciting that might help you lead a more fulfilling life..."

"Oh, for God's sake, N. Very well, yes, I have given him a thrashing".

I had suspected that She wasn't telling because there was nothing to tell, but She didn't want to admit it, so that admission took me by surprise.

"Oh darling! You've done it! Oh honey, well done you.." Suddenly I was clapping my hands and getting teary with joy. My protege had given Her first recital! It took me a while to calm down and get round to asking Her how it went ("Okay") and how he took it.

"He was a bit of a baby actually", She replied, matter of fact-ly.

"A baby? Why, what happened?"

"Oh, he just said," (here she put on a whiny voice) "Ow, that really hurt, K".

"And what did you say?"

"I told him not to be a baby". I had to wipe my eye, this time with tears of laughter; that was my girl.

"So you carried on?"

"Oh yes. Then at the end, he whined again that I had really beat him quite hard and it had really hurt"

"And what did you say?"

"You'll get used to it."

"That's BRILLIANT! I love it!" I hooted. Clearly, I didn't need to worry about Her. She had everything in hand.

I set about trying to get Her to agree a meet-up, but She insisted She couldn't do it at the moment. p says She knows I just want to probe her more and maybe even play with Stephen and She's not ready for that yet. Unfortunately, I suspect he is right and so I've made a mental note to punish him for that : ).

I'll leave K be for a while, though I can't resist celebrating Her first conquest in some way, so I'm going to send Her some flowers from the two of us. Well, strictly there are three of us now, but m doesn't really know K and I see no reason to introduce them, so this relationship will be strictly with me and my p.

N x

[Random CP image from SarahSpanksMen.com. The guy is nothing like Stephen, who is young and pretty, but the Lady at least has K's 'old-fashioned' look - probably because the pic is so old]

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Eruption....🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋

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Afternoon Tease (2)

This image from Solesniffer0000 is more like the pic N sent Me (except that She doesn't wear high heels); an odd coincidence it should appear today. One other delightful difference was that the floor in N's office is carpeted and there were tiny bits of fluff visible on Her soles...Oh dear, I'm really going down the rabbit-hole now...

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Afternoon Tease

Regular readers will know that when I am starting to find chastity particularly difficult, it amuses N to find little ways to make it harder still.

This afternoon, She has posted me a photo of Her bare feet taken covertly at Her desk at work. The above is NOT that photo, just an AI creation for illustrative purposes. N's photo is a candid, side on view, including Her discarded shoes. N knows that the image and the thought of Her taking the pic, will excite me.

Not content with sending me the image, She also told me I must look at it at least once an hour and post about it on Tumblr. I had been planning on doing some physical work to take my mind off anything sexy, but it seems that that strategy is no longer going to be effective.

Don't worry, though, I won't give in and masturbate. I can't. I'm locked up. N has the key and is wearing it on Her bracelet at work.

What can I say? Thank You for the picture, Mistress.

p

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The New Domme Look?

It may be a my imagination, but I'm noticing that many of the latest AI Dommes on Deviant Art are looking quite similar to our attempts at an AI version of N - certainly they seem to have Her slimline looks and characteristic hairstyle. Perhaps we've inadvertently created a new 'Domme look'.

Clare010202, to whom we owe the above picture, seems to have added specs for a sterner, more schoolma'am-y appearance, but this could easily be one of our pics otherwise. Admittedly, there's little resemblance between me and the guy apart from the red bum cheeks and the fact that he's doing the cleaning in the buff.

p

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HorvyBabe

N keeps wanting to post cartoons from HorvyBabe, but the majority are not acceptable to Tumblr and those that are (such as the above) tend not to be the best. There are a couple She particularly wanted posted this week, one of which was very topical as it related to the denial of an especially horny slave.

In the circumstances, I thought that the best we could do here was signpost you to Deviant Art to see them. HorvyBabe, according to Her profile, is Andrea Horvath, a Lady from the US. I know that on-line Ladies often turn out to be males, but N thinks Her content strongly suggests a female perspective.

The blonde Lady in the caption is the Heroine of the blog and probably meant to represent a fantasy version of Ms Horvath Herself. I think there is a lot of 'N' in Her character too, or at least, N as She would like to be. The slaves, who are all handsome, athletic specimens, resemble me only in their priapism (though I am locked up at present).

p

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Taking off his Edge

Well, it's been a lot cooler today so I've been able to get more done. Also, Old Clivey next door went out for the day, which gave me a lot more freedom. Being the generous sort, I decided to use this opportunity to take the edge off p's frustration with some very diverting physical chastisement.

I decided upon a three stage operation, incorporating three different targets and three different instruments. The first target was his head and shoulders, which I set about with a flogger. I should say that, just for a change, I had him standing up with his wrists tied to the hook on the back of the bathroom door. Naked, natch.

I didn't go crazy but I took my time, made sure he felt it and also that he'd continue to feel it through the week. The ostensible reason for the beating was to punish him for being so horny and teach him to control himself. Really it was (a) for fun and (b) to give him something else to think about. Beatings can be merciful, you know.

The second target was his bum, which merited punishment purely for being so hairy again, and which I decorated with a whippy cane. Again, enough to hurt and continue to do so through the week, but not enough to necessitate a trip to A & E. In fact, he maintained an erection throughout both beatings!

The part that finally made his arousal subside was a simple shoelace on the nuts. Who'd have thought it? The pen is mightier than the sword and the shoelace is mightier than the whip. Or maybe the nuts are just incredibly sensitive. A few little gnat-bites there are worth some bloody tyre-tracks on the bottom.

He went meekly back into the cage after that and seemed a lot calmer. It is really about control, you know. What do I really care if he cums now rather than two weeks time, especially when he's clearly going crazy for it? I don't - but I love the fact that he'll let Me deny it him even though he wants it so badly.

Also when he's still working hard to give Me lovely orgasms whenever I want them. I used him today. It seems so decadent to have him going down on Me when he's kept in denial. It's madly unfair; but sub-Dom relationships generally are. That's part of the thrill for both of us. We actually get off on the injustice of it all...! Well, I do.

N x

[Image from www.the"English"Governness.com, which probably doesn't even exist nowadays]

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He's SOOOO Horny

Hi gang, Thought I'd better catch up, though nothing much is going on here because of the heat. I had toyed with the idea of giving p a beating in front of m yesterday (not FOR anything in particular, just to break that boundary) but it was so hot in the afternoon I couldn't be arsed. It's the opposite of 'rain stops play'.

Should be cooler today, though, so I should have more energy. We're definitely going for an early run. Poor p needs something to relieve his tension; he's SOOO flipping horny. Part of Me feels sorry for him, but then part of Me is really aroused by his frustration and likes to see him suffer. That beating may help calm him down.

I said after his last release that I was introducing a two month minimum between cums, which would mean he has to wait until at least 8 June, which must seem ages off to him right now. Obvs I COULD change my mind, but then it seems a bit like I never meant it in the first place. I don't want to look like I don't mean what I say.

I chose the pic just because I liked it, though then I decided I wanted life to imitate art; consequently, as I write, p is kneeling in front of Me in just his collar, eagerly licking inside one of my running shoes. His c*ck is sticking up like a giant mushroom with a shiny pink head. It won't go down, which may be embarrassing for him on our run!

Well, we'll see. I can't write anymore as we need to get out while it's cool, just in case.

N x

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Bizarre Corner

We really don't get AlexLancaster's blog on Deviant Art. It seems to consist largely of Ladies in red jumpers playing toy musical instruments or holding cuddly toys made by a firm called 'Wiggles'. I was attracted to this image because the Lady is pretty and has nice feet. N agreed and advised, "Don't overthink it, just post it". So I have.

The character is called Blathnaid (I think). Who knows, She may be tomorrow's Next Big Thing.

p

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It's Leafy in the City

Leafy is on Her hols and is barefoot in the city rather than the country; presumably because a change is as good as a rest. Still, be careful out there, Goddess.

p

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VigoreFey

These are from VigoreFey, who is from Italy. We didn't post their content initially as we thought the models seemed too young, but they have since posted an assurance that all 'characters' are over eighteen and in any case, AI creations.

You might like the title of the top pic, which is Go Fetch Another Boot for Me.

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p's Postscript

I hope you enjoyed the second part of N's account of our session last weekend. She said I could add anything else I wanted to say about it, but I don't think there's that much to add. Sometimes I crave to be abused and last weekend we were in sync as N was in the mood to enjoy abusing me.

I think I expected something like that session, given N's recent remarks about missing our 'darker' days (though there was a lot less pain involved than in those days); and I think Her dominating me in front of m also laid the groundwork for it. I was ready to have my ego 'ground to nothingness' as N wrote.

One problem resulting from the session, however, is that the recollection of it has left me very horny and N has locked my penis up 'just in case'. I also have an ache there, which I suspect has something to do with spending a considerable time with an erection on Sunday. Oh well, it all goes with the territory, I suppose.

As N hinted, I was in a bit of a daze after the session; stunned into silence. When She really takes me 'down' like that, it's like mentally going into a deep, dark tunnel and feeling your way along until you finally emerge back to normality, perhaps a few hours later. N's voice during that time seems to be coming from another world.

She is not the everyday N I have known for many years; She is a remote, all powerful Goddess speaking to me from on high, while I am the lowest of the low, wondering how I can even communicate with Her. Gradually, the human N returns, though even then She seems far more formidable than usual.

There was one episode of mild public humiliation later which N has left me to describe. We went out later to eat at a local Wetherspoons (a cheap UK pub chain, talk about coming down to earth). It was very crowded and the clientele are not really the BDSM-friendly sort, but I think that was the challenge of doing it there.

During our meal, N accidentally-on-purpose knocked a sachet of mayonnaise off the table onto the carpet below.

"Oops! Get that for me will you, darling," She said. I had already been briefed what to do, given my cue. I put down my knife and fork and knelt down under the edge of the table, ostensibly to retrieve the sachet, but mainly to duck my head down and sneakily kiss the edge of Her sandal.

I placed the mayonnaise back on the table and returned to my seat.

"Good boy" She grinned. I don't think anybody noticed what I did, or if so, they didn't comment. Still, N enjoyed making me risk discovery and I enjoyed successfully completing the 'mission' She gave me. It certainly gave me an adrenalin rush.

p

[Image from Goddess10. Once again I struggled to find anything suitable.]

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Enjoying My Power (Part Two)

Evening subbies,

Sorry to keep you all waiting, but fair people like Me turn to mush in the sun and I thought this was a tale that I couldn't leave to p, as at the time I was grinding his ego to nothingness. People tend not to have a very clear recollection of events when their ego is being ground to nothingness.

Anyway, when I left you I was just telling p to hurry up crawling on his belly into my bathroom, so I could subjugate and demean him a lot more ; ). If you recall, I was gloriously naked and he was shamelessly stripped bare (except for his collar) because creepy-crawly creatures like worms, slugs and male slaves don't wear clothes.

As he hurried through the threshold, I gave him a couple of mean little kicks to encourage him, then stood on the backs of his hands to make him pause. I told him I wanted him to kiss the floor where I stepped and started to move slowly round the bathroom. He scrambled forward to kiss the floor tiles I'd trodden on.

I hadn't really thought through that exercise, as no matter how much you try, you can't keep up with even a slow walker if you're doing a belly crawl. You have to at least be on all fours. Fortunately, when you're a Mistress, your slave pays for your mistakes, so I gave him another kicking and growled at him to get on all fours 'like I'd said'.

That worked better - p had actually told me about playing this game with Mistress V and he was quite proficient at it. V in turn told me about pausing on a spot and making him wait for you to move on, then skipping along quickly so he loses track and you can punish him. All good fun, all very discouraging for the slave.

After a while, I decided to backtrack and step on the back of his head, smushing his face into the floor as he tried to worship the sweaty footprint I'd just vacated. I could feel the resistance of the concrete through his head as as my foot bore down and felt the urge to add insult to injury with some verbal abuse.

"You're such a piece of shit, aren't you?" I mused, wistfully, still pressing down on the back of his head; "Such a piece of shit. Such a useless fucker..." I said whatever mean, hurtful thing came into my head, as I normally do at such times. I won't give you the entire diatribe; you can probably make up better yourself.

I realised I had nothing to beat him with, so I made him scurry off and bring me a crop and a flogger (a girl likes a choice). I wasn't aiming to give him a formal beating, I just wanted something to hit him with when the mood took me: which it did as soon as he brought them back. I beat him to the floor, then mounted and rode him for a spell.

When that made me a bit hot, I stepped off of him and sat on the edge of the bath. I snapped my fingers to bring him to my feet. He lowered his head to avoid looking at my breasts or vulva. I considered making him look at them, but instead I asked him how he'd like a gift from Mistress. He said he would be very grateful (of course he did).

I drooled a line or two of spit onto the bathroom floor, which I permitted him to lap up greedily, when I was good and ready.

"Is that totally delicious?" I asked. He confirmed it was and sounded quite sincere. He probably WAS sincere, he loves my spit, though mainly directly from my lips, not off the floor; unfortunately for him, it wasn't a spit-from-the-lips kind of day. It was a lick-it-up-off-the-floor- and- thank-me-slave sort of day.

I grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head and spat directly into his face five or six times. Then I told him how pathetic he was (a domme-sub staple) took a drink and did it all over. This time, I showed him his saliva-spattered face in the bathroom mirror before telling him again how truly pathetic he was. He agreed. He had no option.

I turned on the taps and gave him a cross between a wash and a roughing up in the sink. It left him pretty breathless. I threw him a towel and barked at him to wipe his face QUICKLY. He went as quickly as he could, but still I snatched it off him and bashed him about with it because it was a p-can't'-win-today-or-ever-sort-of-day.

he was looking a bit bewildered, so I decided to give him a very clear instruction. Bending over slightly and holding onto the sink, I poked out my backside in his direction.

"Lick my arse", I demanded. He knelt forward and delved his tongue into the perspiring crease between my pale pink bum-cheeks, widening his tongue as he swept it up and down.

"This is all you're good for, Mr -------", I snarled, using his surname ironically, "You're just a fucking arse-licker. You're such a weak, pathetic man, you're only fit to lick women's arses." It's all nonsense, of course, but p always says that, at the time, he mentally agrees with everything I say. It's all true, I'm nothing, he thinks; but he likes being nothing.

I let his tongue linger over my arse, even though it was plenty hotter than I would have liked it. I guided him into analingus, which was quite ...Stimulating. Nothing like as satisfying as cunny, but it makes you feel kinda special. he, meanwhile, feels as though he is so far beneath you (figuratively as well as physically).

No prizes for guessing where this particular session ended. No, actually, not cunny at that stage. That was significantly later, after a clean-up. This time, I used him as my privy, squatting over him in the bath and releasing a disappointing trickle directly into his mouth. Perhaps I was a bit dehydrated. Damn; I'd drunk plenty.

"Did you enjoy that little drop of Mistress's piss, slave?" I looked down at him and asked. He said he did, but he said it in a barely audible whisper as his mind was evidently blown. His eyes had glazed over with a deep, unconditional love for the mean woman who had just used his soft, boyish mouth as Her potty.

I decided to let him dream on for a while. Wiping myself - and naturally throwing the used tissues at p in mock contempt - I told him he could lie there for five minutes thinking about how wonderful I am, then he had ten minutes to clean up both himself and the bathroom and join Me back in the lounge.

He was very quiet when he re-joined Me. Still in awe of Me, I imagine. Who wouldn't be? I'm pretty fantastic, you know ; )!

N x

[Image from Rahasyanvesini. Nearest I could get to illustrating the actual events, I'm afraid boys.]

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So Cold

Do you remember XSoColdX? We used Her images a few times to stand in for N, especially when She went dark-haired for a spell. Well, here She is Herself; we thought this was a fabulous picture of Her. More over on Deviant Art. In order to manage expectations, I should point out that She is not, so far as we know, a Domme.

While I'm on, N hopes to post Part Two of Enjoying My Power tonight; or if not, have me finish it off and post it tomorrow morning.

p