Sexcapades

by Miss J

  “Put your finger in his ass,” I said, throwing him a bottle of lube that was on the table.

  Looking down at my bitch, I said, “You need to be treated like a little fucking whore don’t you? You want to feel this big cock stretching that slutty little asshole of yours don’t you? I know who you are and what you need. Bet your wife doesn’t know how much you love things in your ass does she? Does she know how much you fantasize about cocks in your mouth and ass?”

  His moans around that cock grew louder and louder. His cock was rock hard when I looked at it. To the big blond I said, “Put your mouth around his cock slut.”

  The blond got on his back and slid underneath and in between my bitch’s knees. He pulled down on his cock till it was in his mouth. I looked down in my bitch’s eyes and said, “Cum in his mouth bitch!”

  With that, I grabbed the back of his head and shoved my cock down his throat. He exploded in the blonde’s mouth as he was gagging on my big strap on.

  I could hear the blond gagging on my bitch’s cum. After his cock was drained, my bitch slumped his ass onto his feet. I grabbed him by the hair to pull him back up straight.

  “Do you think you’re done bitch? Are you one of those men who lose the desire to serve after you’ve cum? Not tonight you don’t.”

  With his hair still in my hands, I moved to the side and pushed him down onto his hands and knees. I grabbed the blond who was still underneath my bitch by his hard cock and told him to get out of my way. He groaned and slid out from underneath to go and kneel by the door. I looked at him in the eyes and told him I wasn’t done with him and to put his hands by his side and leave his slutty cock alone. He obeyed with, “Yes Mistress,” even lowering his eyes. I thought to myself that this one has played before and how I was going to have fun with him.

  Turning back to my bitch, who was trembling on his hands and knees, I said “You are going to take this big cock aren’t you bitch?”

  “I don’t know ma’am, it’s really big ...”

  I smacked his ass and told him, “You are going to love it and everyone here will see what a big whore for cock you are.”

  I looked at all the men still at the door and told them I need a pillow for my knees. There were pillows on the couch less than a foot away, but I wanted to see who would jump at my beck and call.

  All five of them moved into the doorway. Which was fucking hilarious, cause they got stuck. Laughing, I said “You are all a bunch of desperate, horny fucks aren’t you?”

  One short guy with a pussy tickler mustache handed me one and another guy who must have been sixty handed me another. Without saying anything, I put the pillows on the floor and knelt on them.

  I grabbed the lube and squirted some down the crack of his ass. He moaned. Then I lubed up my cock and stroked it all over. I put the big cock at the opening of his puckered asshole. I pushed slowly, very slowly until I felt that unmistakable “pop”. He groaned and said “Oh God!” as my 8x6 strap on penetrated his sphincter. He wasn’t as tight as I thought he was going to be, proving his slutty ass had been used many times before.

  I was going to be gentle, but I just slammed the cock deep in his ass, burying it. He screamed and the guys in the room gasped. I continued to fuck him deep and hard, his screams of pleasure filling the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw all the guys, except the blond, stroking their cock.

  Looking under my bitch, I saw his cock was leaking cum.

  With a huge cry, my bitch had an orgasm, a dry one. He collapsed under me.

  Brianna Shows Off Her Slave

  I organized a play party in another city. I am too well-known here so anything public is always done out of town. For those of you who aren’t in the lifestyle, a play party is a party where everyone is a BDSM player. Gay, straight, bi-sexual, trannies, all subs and Doms/Dommes are welcome at my parties. My guest list is huge, but the venue only holds three hundred so it is invitation only.

  I have all types of equipment. I have crosses, spanking benches, whipping posts, bondage beds, stockades, cages and hundreds of toys. I finance my parties by having suppliers rent a table/area at my venues.

  Unfortunately, the cops are assholes and keep an eye on my parties so no nudity or any sexual acts. That is during the party, they don’t know about the rooms rented at one of my bitch’s hotels. I rent out a floor and anyone who wants to play at the party, comes back to play at the hotel.

  This party was special for me because I would be presenting my newest slave, Ray. I have been training him for six months. He is a good little bitch and I am sure will act accordingly.

  He is nervous the day of the party. I told him to take a day off from work to prepare himself physically and mentally. I told him this was not a game, he must prove tonight he is worthy of my attention.

  “I will do my best Mistress,” he said, looking at my feet, as he was trained to do.

  I grabbed his hair and pulled back so he was looking at my face. “You will not do your best bitch, you will do as you are told and how you were trained. No thought, only action, you are on this earth to please me. Your reason for being is to make me happy isn’t it?” I asked.

  “You are my reason for being Mistress. I love my Mistress and only want to make you happy,” he replied, shaking with emotion and fear.

  “That’s my good bitch.” I kissed his mouth softly, looking into his hazel eyes. “You will make me proud, you have been a good little bitch for me and have learned quickly,” I complimented him.

  He trembled when he answered, “Thank you Mistress. Thank you so much.”

  His devotion to me was clear. He did whatever I told him, with no hesitation, no questions.

  I put him in his dog cage at the back of my SUV. This was how he always travelled with me. He loves being humiliated and I love to humiliate him.

  When we arrived at the party, most of the guests had already arrived. I like to make an entrance and enjoy the applause from my guests.

  There was some whispering as the more observant noticed the male on my leash was new. He was beside me, crawling like a dog. He was shaking just like a dog nervous he was going to be kicked. He stayed beside me on all fours while I talked to some of my guests.

  I patted his head at one point and whispered, “Such a good boy.”

  He closed his eyes and thanked me. My praise stopped his trembling. I led him to the stage. Still on all fours, he climbed the steps beside me. When the applause stopped, I thanked everyone for coming and talked about the available merchandise to buy. I reminded them of the rules, no sexual play.

  I heard somebody say, “That sucks.” The room grew silent. I saw the speaker was a sub bitch standing by her master. He likes to call himself a master but has no idea how to control. He thinks he can call himself a master because he likes spanking women.

  “Control your bitch Mark,” I said clearly. I didn’t pay attention to what he did or said to her.

  I looked down at Ray and saw him glaring at the impertinent slut. I smiled and patted his head. He looked up at me and I raised my hand. Immediately he stood, hands to his side. I could see his bulge growing in the leather loin cloth I had him wearing. I put my hand back down and he quickly got back on all fours, looking at my hand. I turned it palm up and he turned onto his back, legs up, holding them like a slut needing to be fucked. I put my hand into a fist and he grabbed his legs and put his feet behind his head. It took him a while to be able to do this, about four months of training.

  The audience laughed at how ridiculous he looked. I raised my hand and he got out of that position and quickly stood. Some of the ladies gasped as they saw his nine inch cock sticking out from the top of his loin cloth. I smiled and some of the men and the other Dommes smiled.

  I told him I was done with him and I saw his shoulders slump before he caught himself and straightened up. I turned him around and pinched the head of his cock sticking up through the waistband. He yelped and fixed himself, putting his huge cock back where it belonged.
r />   I went to the big cage, opened the door and he immediately got in. I closed and locked it while he stood, unable to move.

  I left him there for the remainder of the party. Occasionally going over to talk to him until his cock got hard, then leave again. He was taught to only talk to men, not women.

  The party ended at twelve a.m. Many people were leaving with red ass cheeks. As my friend Patrick was leaving, I saw he had himself a new slut. I walked to them and said hello. Immediately his slut knelt down, eyes downcast. I asked him to wait there and he said sure. I know he was glad I talked to him, he had been waiting all night to introduce his girl.

  I went up to the stage and let out my bitch. He immediately got down on his hands and knees. I led him to Patrick and his slut. I ordered him to say hello and he said hello to Patrick and ignored his slut.

  I asked Patrick to come back to the hotel and he said he had hoped he would be invited.

  “We can play with each other’s sluts,” I said. He looked down at Ray, a small smile on his face. My straight bitch trembled and I heard his slut moan in her throat.

  “I will see you there,” I said.

  Brianna Plays With Denise

  Denise contacted me through the BDSM site I belong to. She said she was looking for a Mistress to serve and needed to submit to a strong female. Her email was sweet and naive and I knew I was going to use her.

  I replied with one question: Can you handle being treated like the slut I know you are?

  She replied, saying yes she was finally ready. I told her I would meet her the next day. I knew she was nervous when she said she would try to change her plans. I told her if she did not change her plans, not to bother contacting me again. She said ok and I told her I would meet her at a coffee shop downtown. I know the owner, he’s a good bitch, so I knew he would keep the vanillas away from us.

  He seated her in a corner booth, away from everyone. He was waiting for me at the door when I walked in. “She’s in the back booth Mistress,” he said. He knows how matter of fact I am and knew I didn’t want to waste time with the how are you’s and I’m fine’s.

  “Thank you slut,” I replied, walking straight to the booth in the back. I didn’t turn to look back at him to see his reaction to being talked to in that way. I knew his reaction, his cock was rock hard.

  Denise was sitting in the booth, squeezed into the corner, looking like she wanted to hide. She was heavy set with big tits squeezed into a white button down shirt. She was hiding her face partly with long brown hair. She looked up at me, she had big, brown, doe eyes. She smiled, her lips trembling a bit, showing how nervous she was.

  I stood there silently looking down at her. I held her eyes with mine and soon her whole body was trembling. Satisfied with her apparent respect and nervousness, I sat down, her eyes still locked with mine.

  “So Denise, we are meeting the day after you contacted me. Tell me how your evening and this morning went for you. I know you were thinking about me and your needs non-stop, weren’t you?” I asked. “Were you thinking about how I’m going to use you?”

  She struggled to speak. Finally after her third attempt she stuttered, “Yes Mistress. I’ve been thinking about how you are going to use me.”

  “How many times have you played with your needy pussy thinking about it?” I asked.

  It was interesting to see how the flush began at her chest and worked up to her face, making it a deep red. I watched her lick her lips and squirm across from me. She didn’t answer quick enough.

  I reached over and brushed her hair from her face then gripped it hard. Softly I said, “I asked you a question Denise.”

  With her head tilting to the side, her eyes on me, I said “I bet your pussy is wet right now isn’t it?”

  “Ah! Y-y-yes Mistress, very wet ...” she whispered.

  Still with my hand gripping her hair, I got up, pulling her up with me. I walked, pulling her hair, making her follow me to the back exit.

  I switched the position of my hand in her hair when we got outside. It just looked like I had my hand on the back of her neck. No one could see I had those fine, baby hairs in my fingers.

  I opened the door to my car and put her gently in it. When I got in she was breathing hard and I told her to lift up her skirt. She lifted up her black and white polka dot skirt to show me her thick thighs. I knew she wasn’t wearing panties, I had told her not to.

  I had her face me and said, “Show me your wet pussy Denise and answer my question about how often you played with your self.” She lifted her skirt and showed me her meaty pussy. Her bald lips were nice and fat, perfect for pulling on. I could see her juices making her lips shiny.

  “I came about five times Mistress,” she said in a soft whisper. She spread her big lips open.

  I told her to rub her clit for me while she told me her fantasies. She asked if I wanted her to do that, right there on the side of the road. Of course I said yes.

  I wanted to see how serious she was about serving me. Inside my heart was pounding, I wanted my strap on buried deep inside while watching her big tits flop around on her chest. I kept a cool exterior, cause that’s what I do. I watched her index finger rub her clit in circles. I wish I had a car with a stick shift because I’d have her ride it then lick it clean.

  I love playing with women as much as men. They are both so different. Men are basic pigs yet there is something very sweet in a lady’s submission. I knew she wanted to give me anything I asked for. Women are definitely more emotional submissives than men.

  Denise played with her clit and was looking around, scared of being caught. I told her to look in my eyes as she played with herself. I told her I would be asking her questions and to just nod or shake her head. I wanted her complete and full attention. Nothing else should matter but me and what I want.

  “Does it feel good to rub that little clit slut?” A gasp and a nod.

  “Have you ever tasted pussy before?” She shook her head no.

  “Taste your own,” I ordered.

  She grimaced at the thought and brought her finger up to her mouth. She licked her finger and I could tell she liked the taste. I ordered her to smell her finger then suck it clean. She did as I said and used her other hand to frantically rub on her pussy. Her eyes were closed and I told her to open them and look at me.

  She looked at me and kept licking and sucking at her finger.

  “Cum for me slut,” I said.

  She rubbed her clit with one hand and used the other to spread her meaty lips. As she began to shake, I grabbed her by the hair again, and dragged her to my side of the car. She was a good girl and kept rubbing. I grabbed her nipple showing through her blouse and pinched.

  She cried out and came hard.

  She sat there, leaning against me, her chest heaving.

  “There’s a good girl, now go home and I will be there tomorrow at one p.m.” I told her. Trembling, she got out of my car and unsteadily walked down the sidewalk.

  Brianna Wins A Challenge

  I was in another city for a conference. When I am away, I always try to find a Dojo where I can work out and spar.

  There were five men in the dojo, no women.

  I walked up to the man cleaning the gym equipment in the corner. All eyes were on me. I was dressed simply in spandex pants and a t-shirt. I do not bring my Gi with me. My hair was tied back in a bun and I wore no jewelry.

  “I would like to speak with the Sensei please,” I said to the man cleaning the equipment. He smiled at me, condescendingly. I didn’t smile back.

  “He is not here little lady, can I help?” he asked.

  I was surprised at his disrespect in a Dojo. I asked him if I could spar and who might be a good candidate. He said, “What about him?” He pointed to the middle aged man practicing his stances.

  “I need somebody better,” I replied.

  He laughed and said to the man practicing his shizentai (ready stance) “Did you hear that? She wants someone better!”

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bsp; “I want you,” I said, looking in the disrespectful asshole’s eyes.

  He laughed again and I said, “If I win, you have to lick my pretty toes in front of all your friends.”

  “And when I win?” he asked, leering.

  “If you win, I will suck your cock in front of everyone here,” I replied calmly.

  All the men were standing near us by now and were laughing.

  I walked to the middle of the mat and waited, eyes closed.

  Still laughing, the asshole walked to the middle of the mat with me and bowed sloppily.

  “Hajime!” I said.

  With that, I hit him with a Choku zuki (a straight jab punch) to the nose. He yelled and checked his nose for blood. I waited for him to see the blood on his fingers. I watched what his reaction would be. He called me a bitch and came at me. He held me in a high tie up. I grabbed his tricep then from the inside I wrapped my arm around his upper arm. I popped him forward by stepping back and I pulled on his trapped arm in a hooking fashion. I instantly turned back into him and grabbed him by the head. I jumped up and swung my outer leg around his head. The downward arc of my body swung my shin across his back, pulling him down. I landed on my shoulders, still holding him with both my arms and my leg. I finished with triangle choke.

  All this happened within ten seconds.

  His face began to turn purple, he was unable to breath.

  “Give up?” I asked, my breathing normal.

  He tried nodding his head but was unable to move. I let him go and quickly stood up to bow to him.

  “I believe you lost the challenge,” I said calmly.

  He was kneeling, trying to catch his breath. He crawled over to me and licked my toes. His tongue was dry, but I didn’t complain.

  Before I left, I reminded all the men on the importance of respect, in and out of the Dojo.

  Brianna’s Dinner Date

  I arranged with a friend to set a table aside for my bitch and I. He owns a very nice restaurant with a semi-private room for “special” customers.

  When my friend seated the bitch, I grabbed his legs from under the table. I told him to shut up when he yelled from me startling him. The table linen was long so no one could see I was under there.