(This is part of a book I am writing on submission. I fully understand some of you will be offended, but reverse the role. What if the kitten was male? Could you do it)

Master decided that friends of his would spend some time tonight doing a little kitten training. When I think of that, the first thing that comes to mind is the tv show My Cat From Hell. I can only imagine what would happen if the host stopped by for some obedience training. I didn’t let Master know that I giggled over this. His humor is more black and white, well, with me, at least.

Before he sent me away for the evening, a collar adorned my neck along with a new leash. It was not the kind of collar that signified anything other than I am a Kitten, but it brought tears to my eyes. I felt the love of this man the moment he tightened the buckle around my neck and handed the leash to the woman. The female laced the leash in her fingers, pointed to the ground, and let it be known that I was not worthy of walking on two legs. On my hands and knees across the grass, not stopping until we reached the cottage door. Even then, I was not to stand. Some would call this act humiliating, and in many ways, it is, but the life of a kitten is the life of devotion.

If you can imagine the sounds that come from a cat with a full belly of milk, that was me the moment the leash tightened around my throat. A female showing dominance is a beautiful sight for a woman like me. Though I am not the kind who could ever wrap my delicate fingers around the leather, I do appreciate those that can. A quick yank to my neck brought my head back and my eyes on the most beautiful creature. Lovely raven hair, eyes, the ocean’s color, and her flawless alabaster skin almost put me into a trance. That was when I realized I would do anything in the world to please this beautiful woman. Her happiness would be the primary concern.

As the female leaned down, her crimson pout brushed lightly over my own. Was I worthy? Does it matter? She wasn’t kissing me, though, to the novice, they might assume. Her red lipstick now smeared across my lips. She was claiming what she owned, well, at least for the remainder of her stay.

“My husband needs something that I will not provide for him. Tonight, you will be the receptacle for his cum. You will not enjoy this, and if you do, I will inform your Master of your disobedience,” she said.

A simple nod of my head was all that she needed to know I understand and follow directions.

As the female walked away, she patted her side for me to follow. Slowly, I pranced across the floor, stopping as she poured herself a glass of chilled wine. Sitting on the side of the bed, she patted the corner of the firm mattress. I slithered in. My torso would lay across the mattress and my ass high in the air. I knew what they wanted. Master explained that already, but I can’t lie. Anal sex is the one act that scares me the most.

Chills moved up and down my spine when the woman placed her glass in the center of my back. Reaching down, she slowly slid my panties down to my knees. My ass is now exposed for her husband to see. I’m not a mind reader, but I was sure he was already hard.

“Do not move a muscle. If this glass spills, so shall your tears. Do you understand me?” she asked.

Once again, a simple nod of my head. She did not need me to explain with words. My motion was apparent enough.

Dipping her fingers in the glass, she pulled the dripping digits out and allowed the fluid to dribble down the crack of my ass, pooling in the entrance. It took all I had not to shake, but her threats reminded me of who and what I am.

With a hand on either side of my ass, she pulled my cheeks apart for her husband to view. I admit this was the point that I pushed my head into the bed and clamped my teeth on the thick bed covering. I’ve never endured anal sex, and this was indeed not how I expected my first time to go.

The female left the glass on my back, her hands pulling me apart, and her husband pressing the massive mushroom head against my tiniest opening. Without any lube other than the trickle of wine, he pushed in slowly—neither of us wanting the wine to spill.

Tears rolling down my face, I cried from the pain of his entrance into my ass. I’m not sure if it would hurt more if it were harder or slower. Either one, the searing pain the tore through my body was euphoric. A sickness inside of me feels that the pain inflicted is the reward for a job well done. I am not sure that this matters for me, but I think I am a terrible little kitten for not begging him to stop for a brief second. My pain endurance is higher than most.

With a soft stroke to my hair, the woman never spoke a word, but I assume this was her version of praise. His cock took no time in exploding inside of my ass. The moment he pulled back, his wife pushed my ass cheeks closed.

“Stay still, Kitten. Hold the walls closed, and do not spill a drop. My husband is taking me to dinner, and we expect you to be where we left you upon our return. You’ve done well for your first time. I will bring you a kitty bag when we return,” she said.

I am a good girl and follow directions, but the desire to be disobedient just once is strong. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I remain the favorite.

Love and scratches,

Kitten

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Forward: This story is complete fiction. It’s part of a book I have written about a character oddly enough named Gypsy. Please enjoy, but understand, none of this is real.

Have you ever been bitten and felt a pang of excitement? A small wave of pleasure as the teeth pushed into your flesh? She hadn’t until a recent client, and then, my addiction began. He paid an extra ten grand to bite her in addition to the usual suck and fuck. She’s had a few bite her in the past, but nothing could compare to this one.

 Arriving at the hotel ten minutes early, Gypsy smiled the moment she walked into the building. If you could afford to stay here, your bank account was something she wouldn’t mind raping a few times over. Since going out on her own from the agency, she was more exclusive with her clients now. She could afford to be picky these days.

 The place covered in chandeliers, and dripping money, Gypsy fit right in. She was a Kennedy, and old money trumps new money every day of the week. Her family had more influence on the economy than any other, but tonight, she was just a whore looking to get paid for her services. Nothing wrong with the oldest profession in the world, right?

 “Miss Kennedy, you’re expected in room 247 for your meeting,” said the desk clerk.

 Gypsy wondered if he knew what she was going to the room for a meeting this late in the day? Probably not, but when she thought about how dirty it was, she was already slightly excited. On the way to the second floor, she took a moment in the elevator to pull her nipples to a stiff peak. You only get one chance to make that first impression. Gypsy sucked in a deep breath, her teeth raking over her bottom lip, she shivered from head to toes in anticipation.

 As the exited the elevator, the door to the room opened, her client filling the doorway with his massive frame. He was at least a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier. For a first time meeting, she found this man intriguing and hadn’t even spoken yet.

 “Miss Kennedy, I’ve been expecting you. Come in,” he said.

 He had a slight British accent, and the suit he wore tailored, not off the rack. Gypsy knew the difference.

 “As I told you, tonight would be quite different for you. I would like for you to remove all of your clothing and return. You may leave the articles in the bathroom on the counter. There will be hangers for you to use,” he said.

 She did as told, removing each article of clothing and inspecting her body once before rejoining the male. Usually, she would add some perfume, but tonight, he requested all perfume and lotion omitted. It wasn’t that he was allergic, but most of those taste horrible.

 As he moved through the room, his hand found hers. His eyes were avoiding Gypsy’s body, though the normal man would find her breathtaking. The was nothing ordinary about this man.

 “I want you to lay on the bed on your stomach. I have placed two pillows on the bed. You will bend over them and expose your backside to me,” he ordered. “Once you are there, you will not move, though you are allowed to moan and whimper. No screaming. We don’t want to alert the other hotel guests, do we?” he asked, though no reply expected.

 A simple nod given, she laid across the bed, her ass in the air, and her hands gripping the bedding out of habit, not need. His clothing removed from her view. She felt the breeze on her flesh with each item he took off. Curiosity had her shaking over every inch of her body. It’s always the unknown that puts you on the tallest ledge. She was on edge the moment he climbed on the bed behind her, his nose trailing from her ankle to that cute little crease below her ass. The warmth of his breath covered her entire body in a blanket of chills. Her fingers knotted tighter in the sheet, and he hadn’t even bit her yet. The first rake of his teeth brought a small yelp from her lips, though it didn’t hurt. It was the shock of the pressure that sent waves of lust flowing through her veins.

 “Oh fuck,” she growled.

 With a quick slap to her ass, he would warn her for the first time. He did not believe that a woman should ever use profanities. She would learn quickly for every action, there is a reaction, and she might not always like what he used as a reinforcement. His teeth claimed the spot that now held his handprint. He bit down until the marks of his teeth were in the middle of the palm. For dental record purposes, the scores were flawless. She would check later to see if any teeth were longer than the others. Maybe this man thought himself to be a vampire. Would blood be drawn tonight? She hoped it would.

 “Do you like to be bitten?” he asked.

 Nodding her head, she acknowledged that she did, but for Gypsy, it was more so that she liked to bleed for someone. The scar that would forever be on her should prove that. “I do,” she whispered, her head now tilted to the side, resting on the crisp white pillow.

 His teeth claimed the other side of her ass; this time, he forced his teeth to break the skin. A small river of blood pooling in the crack of her ass. Her tiny asshole now a pool of crimson honey. The more it filled, the more his mouth slurped at her asshole, his tongue pushing inside to make sure he devoured every drop of the fluid.

 “Please,” she cried, “Please bite me again. Harder!”

 From one thigh to the next, his teeth pressed into her flesh, each time cutting her with the stark white blades inside his mouth. If she cried, his hand reminded her of the directions she was to follow, and if she moaned, a finger danced over her swollen clit. When the small bundle of pleasure erect, he pushed her knees up and claimed the treasure with his teeth. A shake to the right and left scared her more than death. She loved sex, and cumming was something she had become addicted to having. Even when alone, she would make sure her day started and ended with an orgasm. Releasing, he sucked the honey button into his mouth, stimulating her until she cried out in relief, her cunt juices pouring from her pussy walls.

 She pushed her mouth to the pillow to muffle screams. Every inch of her body felt like the tip of a match resting on her flesh.

 His cock in his hand, he stroked, smearing the head with her blood. It wasn’t until he was ready to cum did he force his cock into the throbbing walls of her cunt, fucking her until he shot every drop of cum deep inside of her throbbing pussy walls. The night ended with her covered is teeth prints and twenty grand in her bank account. It wasn’t a bad day at work for the young woman.

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Below is the questions asked, and the results.

Hair

Black: 50%

Brunette 20%

Redhead 10%

Blonde 20%

Tits

A 25%

B 30%

C 30%

D 15%

Weight

95-110 – 20%

110-150 – 60%

150-200 – 15%

200+ 5%

Height

This was to broad to pick. Most said from 5 ft to 6 ft.

Shaved/Bald

No hair – 15%

Bush – 85%

Dominate/submissive

Most agreed that a dominate/aggressive woman would be their preference.

Are you surprised? I can honestly say that I am a little surprised. When we think of the All American woman most would say busty, blonde, with a tiny waist and a big butt. As you can see, that wasn’t the response with the men that I questioned.

According to Vocal Media the list of perfect women include:

Kim Jai-Soo

Zendaya

Deepika Padukone

Bella Hadid

Hande Eurcel

Gal Gadot

Margot Robbie

Emma Watson

Priyanka Chopra Jonas

Lily Collins

My ideal of the perfect woman is a little different than these, though all are beautiful. If I had to choose one woman that to me was the most outstanding in looks, it would be Vivien Leigh. Her beauty was unmatched, but it was her sass that really sunk me. In the role of Scarlet O’Hara she was a force to be reckoned with. Mouth, brash, and knew how to drive a man wild. Those eyes could melt the soul, but the wickedness behind them was devastating.

In all honesty, is there really a perfect woman? No, but some will still take your breath away and frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!

For fun I asked AI to make me the perfect woman using a generator. What do you think?

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Can you believe it? 2025 is the year of Chastity according to Cosmopolitan magazine.

The definition of chastity is simple. Abstaining from all forms of sexual intercourse. It’s often related to when one takes a vow to not participate in intercourse. Many see it as something that only happens in the Catholic church, and though that is true, it’s so much more than a religious practice. If you asked 10  people why they participate in this fetish you would have 10 different reasons why. No two being the same.

Female Chastity is often related to purity and fidelity. A woman giving herself to her husband on their wedding night. For men it’s more of a fetish. Being locked away and under the ownership of a female can be as erotic, if not more, than being allowed to orgasm. For both it can be a mental or a physical form of chastity. One takes more self control than the other, and the participant must abide by the rules of play. As to where the other, the sex organ is locked down and the key holder is the only way out.

Male Chastity Devices:

Lock the cock

House of denial

Amazon

Flat chastity with catheter

Female Chastity Devices:

Amazon

Fancy steel

Lock the cock -female

Is chastity healthy?

For both sexes it can decrease the risk of STD’s, but what about the long term effects? For a man it can increase stamina, heighten trust between partners, and increase sexual desire. One comparison would be to spend a month on a diet, though you work in a bakery. Day in and day out you must see and smell the decadent pastries but not taste. At first it may mentally drain, but the longer you go without, the sweeter the reward in the end.

No matter why you decide to slip into the chastity world, do your research before and never enter into it without the trust of your partner.

Short chastity story (fiction)

Ethan had always been in control—of his job, his finances, his life. But when he met Sophia, everything changed. She had a confidence that both intimidated and excited him. One evening, as they sipped wine on her balcony, she leaned in and whispered, “Do you trust me?”

He nodded.

Sophia presented a small, silver device—elegant yet imposing. “If you want to be mine, you’ll wear this.”

Ethan’s heart pounded. The thought of surrendering his pleasure, his control, was both terrifying and exhilarating. With a deep breath, he submitted.

Days turned to weeks, and Ethan found himself more devoted than ever. Every touch, every teasing glance from Sophia sent shivers through him, yet he remained denied. His desire transformed into obedience, his longing into love.

Sophia relished his submission. She held the key—both literally and metaphorically. She dictated his release, and in return, he gave her his undivided loyalty.

One night, as he knelt before her, she smirked and dangled the key. “Have you earned this?”

Ethan swallowed hard. He didn’t know the answer—but he knew one thing: he was exactly where he wanted to be.

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I had always dreamed of being part of this world, of feeling my own fur blend against another’s, of indulging in the sensuality that seemed to linger in the very air. And tonight, I wasn’t just an outsider looking in.

At The Crimson Den, the bass throbbed through my chest as I stepped inside. A scent of musk and wildness hung in the air, mingling with the perfume of expensive whiskey and something far more primal. Bodies swayed on the dance floor, pressed together in tangled velvet and intoxicating fur, whispers of promises exchanged in the heat of the moment.

Then I saw him—a man with obsidian fur, lounging in a shadowed booth, eyes glowing like molten gold. His gaze met mine, predatory and knowing. My breath hitched as he beckoned me with a single clawed finger.

I approached, heart hammering. “First time here?” His voice was smooth, laced with something dangerously tempting.

I nodded. “First time… experiencing something like this.”

His lips curved into a smirk as he reached out, trailing a fur covered hand along my wrist, a spark igniting at the touch. “Then let’s make it memorable.”

Led into the back of the club, the world was different. Naked bodies bound to the walls, the feel of that soft texture caressing their bodies. As the music from the club softened, it was the moans that echoed through my ears. Men and women laying face side to the wall, the simulations to sex mesmerized me. I’ve heard of dry humping, hell, I’ve done it, but these people were pressing their most intimate parts into a textured wall. Screams of pleasure and release rattled around inside of my head. Whatever this place was, it seemed to be euphoric for those that visited. The electricity that radiated through the walls sent shivers up and down my spine.

I let myself be drawn into the night, into the heat of fur against fur, bodies tangling in the soft glow of candlelight. In Velvet Hollow, pleasure wasn’t just a moment—it was a way of life.

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Vanessa was in a state of adulterated shock. Not only did the young novitiate masturbate, but she took her first communion by bathing in the cum of the Priests. Her body frozen in time, Vanessa did not hear the soft footsteps behind her, but she did feel a feminine hand brush through her hair. Knowing immediately who it was, she trembled slightly, fearing that she would face another round of punishment.

“Sister, do you now understand the rules? Were you told the moment you took possession of your new role that we never allow masturbation? It is a sin and a waste,” Mother Superior said. As the older woman brushed her fingers through Vanessa’s hair, she took a single strand to wrap around her finger. Giving the hair a gentle tug will be the only reminder on this subject. Mommy Dearest has nothing on Mother Superior.

“I’m sorry. I know that I broke the rule, but I was weak, and the Devil commanded me to touch myself,” Vanessa confessed.

“Satan has many forms of temptation, but if you are to survive here, you must fight them. Tonight was a glimpse of the damage that you can cause. Do not invite the beast back into the home of the Lord. Do you understand me?” Mother asked.

With a simple nod given, Vanessa understood that she would no longer dip into the waters of the Devil. If it was a sin to satisfy the needs of your body, why was it not a sin for the Priest to jack their cocks all over her face? She would not ask, but it lingered in her mind as she picked herself up from the floor. “I will clean this floor and then shower,” she whispered.

As Vanessa collected cleaning supplies, she stopped for a minute to listen to voices down the chapel corridor.

“Keep her a virgin as long as possible. The more who see her, the higher the donation to the church,” said the male voice.

“I will try, but the child is discovering her body on her own. I caught her tonight touching her pussy,” Mother Superior responded.

A grunt from the male, Vanessa could tell he was upset. What did they expect of her? First, her pussy’s touched for the first time by a doctor. After that Mother Superior came in her mouth, and well then, the Priests covered her with their seed. She might be a nun, but she was still a human being with hormones.

“Take her to the baptismal pool when she finishes cleaning. I will cleanse her, and then she will always sleep in the room with you,” he said.

“My room? Why would I allow that nosy little girl in my room? I have needs as well,” growled the older woman.

The last thing Vanessa heard was a slap to the skin, a whimper, and Mother Superior apologizing for her actions. Taking the cleaning supplies and retreating to the chapel to clean, she did not look up when the good Mother joined her.

“When done, strip off your clothes and join me in the baptismal pool. Father will cleanse, and your room will now be with me,” she said, walking away in a huff.

Vanessa’s eyes widened. All she had on was the robe she wore to the chapel earlier. It would be the second time tonight she removed that soft terry robe. Dropping the clothing to the ground, the young Nun turned, walking to the chapel’s smaller room. The church does total submersion baptisms, but usually, you wear a sheer white gown. The moment Vanessa walked into the room; she found the old Priest fully naked in the water.

“Oh, dear Lord,” she whimpered, her hand covering her mouth in shame. There are people in this world that you should never see naked. She knew that the good old Priest was one of them.

“Come, my child. Join me in the holy waters,” whispered the Priest. “Mother Superior, please join young Vanessa in the pool,” he added.

Both young and old Nun walked up the three steps, stepping into the calm waters of the baptismal pool. Vanessa was shivering the moment she submerged herself in the holy bath.

Father Johnathan held out his hands. One for each girl to accept. As they both walked forward, they knew to kneel before the holy man. As they knelt, he pushed his cock between the two, guiding their heads forward with the palm of his hands. “Take me in your mouths and take the blessings that the Lord has provided for you both,” he whispered.

“Yes, Father,” both women said in unison. They each took one side of the Father’s cock with open mouths, their tongues bathing the shaft in their saliva.

Moaning, Vanessa rolled her tongue up one side, meeting Mother Superior at the tip, both women flicking the pointed tips around the slit of his cock. Saliva poured from their mouths, floating in the blessed waters.

Panting, the good Father looked to the elder Nun, nodding for her to push Vanessa down on his cock, her throat taking the brunt of the depth. Gasping for air, Vanessa felt the first tears run down her cheeks.

“Take it, sister. You must take the blessing of Jesus down your throat. It will bless you after the sins of defiling yourself tonight,” Mother said.

Vanessa cried as she swallowed the cock, her throat stretching to take more inside. She wondered if she was wrong for touching herself. Why were the Priests from earlier not punished for soiling her face? Vanessa learned the hard way there is a hierarchy in the church, and she is at the bottom of the pool when it comes to having rights.

“All of it, Sister,” Father Johnathan said. “Do you take communion tonight?” he asked.

Gurgling, her head nodded back and forth as a warm flow of semen poured down the back of her throat. His cock spasmed, flooding the teen with an enormous amount of hot, creamy liquid.

“Do not spill it. Not a drop,” Mother Superior warned.

Guzzling cum, sister Vanessa swallowed as the elder Nun used her hand to pump the girl’s throat, feeding her the offering. Mother Superior milked the father into Vanessa’s throat until his balls hung empty and low.

As his fingers clutched the side of the pool, the older male cleared his throat, his voice husky, “Do you repent for your earlier actions? Do you want forgiveness?” he added.

As she pulled back, a thin line of saliva still connected them as one, “I do. Please, Father, I am guilty of sin and want the blessings of the Lord to cleanse my soul.”

The older Priest nodded, a smile creasing his lips, “So be it. Return to your room and do not repeat the actions.”

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Everyone whether they want to admit it or not, has a fantasy that someone else would consider disgusting. Do I? Sure, but there is a difference between me and the normal person. I am not afraid of what people think of me. My life is an open book for the world to read. I’ve opened the doors to my dirty little secrets, so, are you ready to hear my fantasy?

His words penetrated her soul with a fever that no traditional medication could control. Wicked, his eyes boring holes into her frame as he sat across the room watching the young blonde undress. Each article of clothing tailored to fit, but she removed them as though they were thrift store quality. Money was never an object when he was involved. She would rip each thread from the silk in which it was sown if he demanded. She stopped at the panties, the red ones he sent to her the night before. Lace bikini cut with a small red bow on the band. They resembled the ones Victoria Secret used to entice men into the store. The difference with him though, was that these were the trophy from the last conquest. His bad habit was taking the panties from his victims.

“Leave them on. I don’t want to see your cunt, well, not yet at least,” he vocalized.

She moved across the floor like a cat stalking her prey, stopping only inches from his large frame. God dammit, why was he the drug she craved more than any other? Her lungs expanding with argumentative breath, she struggled with the intensity. Smirking, her crimson lips curling up, even the Cheshire cat would be jealous of her smile. A swift strike of her tongue over her bottom pillow, she moistened the stain with a saliva gloss. Yes, yes, he would like that. Her mouth wet for him. He never said a word, but she heard him inside of her head. He didn’t need to speak. She knew.

“May I?” she whispered.

“May you, what?” he laughed.

“Let you rape my throat with your cock,” uttered the young blonde.

His hand moved down to the jeans he wore, grabbing the crotch of his pants with a rough grip. He was taunting her, and she knew it.

“Are you a good girl?” he asked.

Her head shook from side to side as she smiled, “No, no I’m not. I am a cock craving whore.”

As a master would call his dog, his hand slowly tapped his pants to advance her to his lap. Sighing, his hands now on the side of the chair, he waited. She didn’t expect him to help, did she? Of course, not. A cock craving whore knows her place on the food chain.

“Thank you,” her body shook as she whispered.

Slowly taking the space between them away, her slender digits working down his zipper with ease. The button next, one slip of her hand and she released him from the confines of his pants. It was at the point, that she used the tip of her finger to push a strand of drool that escaped from the side of her mouth. Looping the saliva around her finger, she pushed it back into her warm mouth, pulling back with a soft suck. God, wait, there was no God present here. All she wanted was her throat to be ripped from her body and used as a cock sleeve for this man. He intoxicated her soul.

He pushed his body back in the chair, lifting a bit to allow the release. As he placed his hands behind his head and laced his fingers, he waited. She knew what to do. They all knew. A breath exhaled, he was tired of waiting, and she would know that before the night was over.

As though a serpent, her tongue perched between her lips, tasting the air around. Fuck, he was delicious, and she hadn’t yet tasted his nectar. Slithering up the underbelly of his cock, her tongue followed the thick vein from his sac to the head. A flicker back and forth, she painted his cock with an overabundance of saliva. Every stroke of her tongue caused her body to tingle with a wanton desire.

“Umf,” he muttered.

Both hands on the floor to brace herself, she wrapped those pretty lips around the head of his cock, engulfing to the rim. A slow roll of her tongue, she fucked the slit with the tip of her oral muscle, pulling back with a sudden pop. Eyes to his, her lips in a well-defined whistle as she blew on the damp mushroom. Inch by inch, she engulfed him, her crimson prints left around the base of his thick cock. As much as she tried, the gag reflex was too strong. Choking on the size, her mouth slowly retracted, saliva pouring the moment her lips released the meat.

“No!” his voice boomed like a clap of thunder.

H reached out, grabbing the back of her head and forced his cock against the seal of her lips. With force, his hand pushed down, the head of his cock threatening to break her teeth if she didn’t comply. Lacing his fingers in the soft strands of her hair, he didn’t stop until every inch of his dick stretched her mouth to capacity.

“Bitch, do you choke?” he asked, yanking her head back, looking into her shocked eyes.

“No, no we don’t choke,” she whimpered.

He pushed her head down hard, the head of his cock pushing deep into her throat, holding tight to stop her from pulling away. It wasn’t about what she wanted, but about what he needed. Forcing his hand back with regret, no sooner did he give her a breath did he take it back away. There is giving head, and then there is this. Throat fucking with a jackhammer speed, the head of his cock causing her mouth to bleed from the size. One after another, his thrust causing him to lift from the seat to impale her on the length. No longer a concern as long as she kept her mouth open, he used it for his pleasure.

Gasping, her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen. Crying with each thrust, her eyes widened, the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Cheeks bulging, her lips burned from the stretch. Her pain was his pleasure, and the more she gagged, the closer to cumming he was. Her nostrils flare as his hand restrained her head, holding her throat to the point of collapsing around the bridge of his cock.

“Fuck, eat that fucking cum,” his voice raspy as he demanded.

She opened her eyes with the first hit of scalding fluid down her throat. His nuts resting on her chin, he dumped them down her greedy throat in waves of lava from the head of his dick. Her cheeks expanded, filling them to resemble a chipmunk stuffing nuts in for the winter. In her case, she was on a liquid diet. Pure protein.

He exhaled deep, leaning back as his hand released her hair, pushing her back from the oversensitive head of his cock.

“Go clean yourself up. You’ll do better next time,” he laughed, lighting the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

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I never in my wildest dreams thought I would be right here. Looking out the window of my beach home while the maid scurried behind me to get things in order. I can’t help but giggle a few times when I hear the sweet little hums of a man doing a days work. In the reflection of the mirror, that pink uniform and bouncy ruffles let me know that the emasculation process is working. This is not for all men, but for the beta boys who dream of being beneath the sharp stiletto of a Goddess.

His chore list is left on the wall at the entrance of my home, along with the pink uniform that he must endure. Later in the emasculation process he may move to another color, but that will take time and devotion. I am not the kind of Goddess that will abuse a submissive, but the kind that forces them to bend and mold into my personal puppet.

Once the beta boy changes, his next move is to stand before me and allow the chastity to be applied. I use a lightweight device that changes the personality of a man quickly. They go from Alpha to beta once the lock is clicked and the key is removed. I do love the look on their face when they realize life as they know it is over. As pitiful as it is, I feel that his real purpose in life is revealed.

Emasculation is not the end of the world, but the beginning of a new chapter in life.

As the tasks are checked off, each one will earn the submissive man another point. A chart is kept in a secure place as a reward system for a job well done. Once he reaches the desired amount of points, he can trade them in for a reward of his choice. If he is found to not complete the task as needed, there will be a form of punishment delivered. Each time it will be different, but well deserved.

Task 1

Remember standards? 100 times you will write out “I am owned by Goddess Gypsy. I will do only her wishes.”

You will write these by hand, take a picture, and send it to me. Only then will you be rewarded.

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His words penetrated her soul with a fever that no traditional medication could control. Wicked, his eyes boring holes into her frame as he sat across the room watching the young blonde undress. Each article of clothing tailored to fit, but she removed them as though they were thrift store quality. Money was never an object when he was involved. She would rip each thread from the silk in which it was sown if he demanded. She stopped at the panties, the red ones he sent to her the night before. Lace bikini cut with a small red bow on the band. They resembled the ones Victoria Secret used to entice men into the store. The difference with him though, was that these were the trophies from the last conquest. His bad habit was taking the panties from his victims.

 “Leave them on. I don’t want to see your cunt, well, not yet at least,” he vocalized.

 She moved across the floor like a cat stalking her prey, stopping only inches from his large frame. God dammit, why was he the drug she craved more than any other? Her lungs expanding with argumentative breath, she struggled with the intensity. Smirking, her crimson lips curling up, even the Cheshire cat would be jealous of her smile. A swift strike of her tongue over her bottom pillow, she moistened the stain with a saliva gloss. Yes, yes, he would like that. Her mouth was wet. He never said a word, but she heard him inside of her head. He didn’t need to speak. She knew.

 “May I?” she whispered.

 “May you, what?” he laughed.

 “Let you rape my throat with your cock,” uttered the young blonde.

 His hand moved down to the jeans he wore, grabbing the crotch of his pants with a rough grip. He was taunting her, and she knew it.

“Are you a good girl?” he asked.

 Her head shook from side to side as she smiled, “No, no I’m not. I am a cock craving whore.”

 As a master would call his dog, his hand slowly tapped his pants to advance her to his lap. Sighing, his hands now on the side of the chair, he waited. She didn’t expect him to help, did she? Of course, not. A cock craving whore knows her place on the food chain.

 “Thank you,” her body shook as she whispered.

 Slowly taking the space between them away, her slender digits working down his zipper with ease. The button next, one slip of her hand and she released him from the confines of his pants. It was at the point, that she used the tip of her finger to push a strand of drool that escaped from the side of her mouth. Looping the saliva around her finger, she pushed it back into her warm mouth, pulling back with a soft suck. God, wait, there was no God present here. All she wanted was her throat to be torn from her body and used as a cock sleeve for this man. He intoxicated her soul.

 He pushed his body back in the chair, lifting a bit to allow the release. As he placed his hands behind his head and laced his fingers, he waited. She knew what to do. They all knew. A breath exhaled, he was tired of waiting, and she would know that before the night was over.

 As though a serpent, her tongue perched between her lips, tasting the air around. Fuck, he was delicious, and she hadn’t yet tasted his nectar. Slithering up the underbelly of his cock, her tongue followed the thick vein from his sac to the head. A flicker back and forth, she painted his cock with an overabundance of saliva. Every stroke of her tongue caused her body to tingle with a wanton desire.

 “Umf,” he muttered.

 Both hands on the floor to brace herself, she wrapped those pretty lips around the head of his cock, engulfing it to the rim. A slow roll of her tongue, she fucked the slit with the tip of her oral muscle, pulling back with a sudden pop. Eyes to his, her lips in a well-defined whistle as she blew on the damp mushroom. Inch by inch, she engulfed him, her crimson prints left around the base of his thick cock. As much as she tried, the gag reflex was too strong. Choking on the size, her mouth slowly retracted, saliva pouring the moment her lips released the meat.

 “No!” his voice boomed like a clap of thunder.

 He reached out, grabbing the back of her head and forced his cock against the seal of her lips. With force, his hand pushed down, the head of his cock threatening to break her teeth if she didn’t comply. Lacing his fingers in the soft strands of her hair, he didn’t stop until every inch of his dick stretched her mouth to capacity.

 “Bitch, do we choke?” he asked, yanking her head back, looking into her shocked eyes.

 “No, no we don’t choke,” she whimpered.

 He pushed her head down hard, the head of his cock pushing deep into her throat, holding tight to stop her from pulling away. It wasn’t about what she wanted, but about what he needed. Forcing his hand back with regret, no sooner did he give her a breath did he take it back away. There is giving head, and then there is this. Throat fucking with a jackhammer speed, the head of his cock causing her mouth to bleed from the size. One after another, his thrust caused him to lift from the seat to impale her on the length. No longer a concern as long as she kept her mouth open, he used it for his pleasure.

 Gasping, her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen. Crying with each thrust, her eyes widened, the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Cheeks bulging, her lips burned from the stretch. Her pain was his pleasure, and the more she gagged, the closer to cumming he was. Her nostrils flared as his hand restrained her head, holding her throat to the point of collapsing around the bridge of his cock.

 “Fuck, eat that fucking cum,” his voice raspy as he demanded.

She opened her eyes with the first hit of scalding fluid down her throat. His nuts resting on her chin, he dumped them down her greedy throat in waves of lava from the head of his dick. Her cheeks expanded, filling them to resemble a chipmunk stuffing nuts in for the winter. In her case, she was on a liquid diet. Pure protein.

 He exhaled deep, leaning back as his hand released her hair, pushing her back from the over sensitive head of his cock.

 “Go clean yourself up. You’ll do better next time,” he laughed, lighting the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray. 

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Can Blackmail be a therapeutic release? You will need to ask the person living moment to moment in fear of losing everything they love. All my life I’ve been the girl that people went to and confessed their darkest dreams and desires. I’ve told each one that their secrets are safe with me, but my little black book better never get in the wrong hands. Some have a lot to lose, and others, well, they deserve the pain.

“My name is Gypsy, and welcome to my office. If you would have a seat over on the couch, I’ll need to get a little information before we start. What brings you to see me today? I want you to know, everything to say is safe with me. So, don’t worry. I have your best interest in mind.”

He sat on the couch, hands in his lap as he tried to control the shaking. How do you tell someone what he felt inside? Maybe a drink would help. At this point, it couldn’t hurt.

“May I have something to drink. Whiskey if you have it,” he whispered.

Such a tiny voice for a big man. He would be far too easy to manipulate. I nodded before turning my back to make the drink. What he didn’t see was the crushed addition of two little blue pills. Viagra would loosen his tongue and the belt on his pants. Men like him are far too easy to control. Blackmail will prove to be fun on this one.

“Of course, you can. Drink up. A little something to warm those bones up,” I laughed. I meant loosen the tongue, but bones will work fine too. Poor thing looked so scared.

I handed over the drink, stopping to watch as he gulped down about a 1/4 of the glass. This would go better than expected if he was as nervous as the shaking in his hands. I reached down and took his free hand, placing it on the other side of the crystal goblet to steady him.

“Drink all you need. This is a free zone and nothing is sacred here. I promise to never judge you for anything you say or do,” I smiled.

His hands lowered along with his eyes. The glass now pressed against him groin to steady the fluid. “I need someone to take control of my life. I can’t control it any longer,” he whispered.

Bingo. I knew I made the right choice when I placed the Viagra in the drink. Soon, he will be under my thumb and crying for release. Of course, he will have to pay a hefty price to feel any lightness in his balls. I might have a good heart, but my rates will change his perspective of this whole appointment.

He twitched in his seat after finishing the drink. I knew that he was on fire. It amused me more than it should, but then again, he is the one who came to me.

“Ma’am, I have to problem. I have to stroke my cock before I explode,” he begged.

A simple nod of my head gave him the approval he sought. Watching his cock slip from him pants and his hand feverishly stroke, it began. I asked all the questions that would destroy this man if he didn’t do as I said. Things that no wife or family would ever want to hear, I know knew about. Believe me when I say this, I remember everything told to me.

As he screamed out the name and numbers to everything I wanted to know, he shot in the air and covered his face with his own cum. Not a bad first start to this new relationship. He’s to visit weekly now, and before he left, I whispered one finally thing.

“I own you!

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