Femdom Session 23rd June 2013…

So, usually I write my Femdom session reports straight afterwards, or at least on the same day or maybe the day after. Unfortunately that has not been possible this time and to be honest the fine detail of what was said and done is kind of gone, which is a shame because that’s the stuff that makes this worth reading. The long and short of it is that Mistress came and I didn’t, which I guess you’ve probably already worked out from the orgasm counter…
It was really good and everything, much better than last month I thought, but without the fine details I don’t see the point in writing too much because it’s just going to read a bit flat. Perhaps I can at least give you some of the highlights:

While I was kissing Mistress’s beautiful feet she started teasing me about what my major weight loss milestone rewards might be. The best one was when she said that maybe, she would stand and bend over the bed and have me lick her asshole from behind and then allow me to jerk off all over her ass while she held her cheeks apart, of course I’d have to lick all my cum off her ass afterwards!

Mistress pushed a dildo into my ass and then had me kneel back on it, then she allowed me to lick her ass for a few seconds while she stood on the bed, bent over in front of me. That was great!

Mistress was finally going to use the strap-on on me, but it’s had it and the dildo part kept falling off while she was trying to put it on. I was most surprised to feel her shove the dildo into my ass and give me a good fucking with it. The sensation was so unbelievably intense, I was seriously worried that I was going to cum all over the sheet, but somehow I managed to hold off. We are now considering buying some RodeoH pants for Mistress R because she hates all the straps and stuff. I say if it means I get buttfucked more often – we should definitely buy them!

Anyone from RodeoH want to send me a free sample??

Obviously I got punished for my touching transgression, eleven strokes with the whip followed by ten very stingy paddle slaps. I did not enjoy this part very much, but I deserved it.

Mistress had a lovely orgasm and the sheet was drenched in pussy juice, I was in heaven licking all that up, and Mistress was covered in it too. Mistress stood on the bed and had me lick every drop off of her (yummy!) even pointing out where it was dripping down her calves. It was awesome.

Mistress briefly used the cock whip on my inner thighs, which I really liked a lot, hoping for more of that in the future, and maybe with the crop too.

At the end Mistress stood over me and stroked my cock while teasing me with her ass, but she did not let me cum. I think she wanted to but she was mindful of my record. But see that’s not the point. I want her to let me cum when it pleases her, so in future I will not be discussing records on my blog until after they are set.

After the session Mistress was a little on edge, partly because the strap-on was a bit of a disaster (in her eyes, since she’d been planning to use it) and perhaps because she wanted to let me cum but felt that she couldn’t. I do feel bad about this, I have been banging on about my record quite a bit lately, so I can see why she would feel reluctant to call a halt.
To be honest, I’m not so sure that I actually want to keep setting longer and longer records, I think I would be quite happy to cum once or twice a month as it pleased Mistress. I think I get off much more on her being in control, deciding when I get to be inside her etc etc, than I do on setting records. I think maybe I’d prefer to concentrate a little more on the Femdom side in future.

Jodie’s Second Appointment (written June 2013)…

I’m currently waiting for this to be cleared and uploaded by Literotica and I thought, fuck it, why should Harry have to wait? Please be aware that this is not a Femdom or Chastity story, in fact it is a MMMF/f story, if that is not your thing then I guess that’s too bad. For those of you with broader tastes I hope you enjoy it. It’s not perfect, I’m sure I could have spent a lot of time making it perfect, in fact I wrote it in one go and only corrected a few typos, Mistress certainly enjoyed it anyway…
If you do enjoy it you can find more non-chastity/femdom stories by visiting my Literotica pages. You can find them by clicking the ‘Stories’ tab on the right hand side of the blog, clicking on my story page and then following the two links at the bottom of the page.

JODIE’S SECOND APPOINTMENT

Nearly six weeks had passed since Jodie’s first trip to the clinic. Her friend Abbey had recommended it to her and ever since she had returned home from her first appointment she had been masturbating furiously as she relived every moment over and over again. Despite the steep fee, Jodie found herself making a second appointment and just a few days later she found herself in that same reception area.

She had expected to see Nurse Simmonds again, but this time it was a different nurse. She was a little older than Nurse Simmonds and her breasts weren’t nearly so magnificent, but she had a warm smile and was quite attractive. She introduced herself as Nurse Bush.

Jodie remembered how warm she had been on her first visit and had dressed accordingly. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a white blouse, she hadn’t really thought too much about what to wear since she imagined she would be naked for most of her visit.

After a few minutes Jodie was called in and found herself once again faced with Dr Lewis and Dr Shaw. Doctor Lewis looked even more handsome than she remembered, while Dr Shaw was still a little overweight and looked even older than she had pictured him in her fantasies. As she sat down opposite the two men her stomach lurched with nerves, what would they do to her this time.

“Hello again,” said Doctor Lewis. “Nice to see you looking so…”

“Nervous,” blurted out Jodie.

“Well, yes… that’s to be expected I suppose. Last time you came you had no idea what to expect, this time you at least have some idea.”

Doctor Shaw pulled a pen from the pocket of his white lab coat and tapped it against the table top.

“I know you talked through your appointment with Nurse Simmonds when you called, but as you can see, she is not here today. Perhaps you could tell us in your own words exactly why you felt you needed another session.”

The doctors knew exactly what Jodie was here for, they were professionals after all, but for the benefit of the CCTV camera in the corner, they thought it useful to have her explain exactly why she was here today. They also wanted to make her feel a little less comfortable, they could see she was nervous, but they wanted her to be completely malleable by the time they got down to business.

“I… well, as you know it was a big step for me to come here and… you two and Nurse Simmonds of course… pushed me to accept my inner feelings, my need to be ‘forced’ to do things that I wanted to do, but daren’t on my own accord.”

Jodie shifted in the chair, she was almost trembling now but she was also starting to get a little bit wet. She felt the air in the room shift as Nurse Bush came in through the door with the tea, just like Nurse Simmonds had done last time she remembered.

“Ever since that day I have been reliving it over and over in my head, and cumming again and again as I remember every detail. But at the same time I…”

Jodie stopped and nervously took a sip of the tea.

“I… know deep down, that I want more. There’s something in me which wants you to push me further… I want you to push my boundaries further and make me what I really want to be.”

“And what is that exactly?” Asked Doctor Shaw.

Jodie shifted uncomfortably, feeling really rather warm now.

“A… slut,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry…” Doctor Lewis said, “What was that?”

Jodie knew full well that they had heard her, and she looked down at the floor as she said it again a little louder.

“A slut.”

“I’m sorry Jodie, but we can’t help you if you don’t make yourself clear.”

She lifted her head and looked straight at them, her lips were trembling as they parted to make the sounds they needed to hear.

“I want you to make me a slut.”

“Good. You see it’s so much better when you say it out loud isn’t it. We’re not going to judge you, we’re here to help you aren’t we? Why keep it inside, much better to get it out there and admit your feelings to yourself. If you can’t admit to yourself what you want, then how are you ever going to make it happen?”
Nurse Bush had been standing at the side of the room the whole time and after a while Doctor Lewis indicated that it was time.

“Nurse Bush will take you to the changing room Jodie, Doctor Shaw and I will see you shortly.

The two doctors got up from behind the desk and made their way out of a separate door, while Nurse Bush beckoned Jodie to follow her to the dressing room that she had visited on her last appointment.

Nurse Bush followed her into the dressing room and Jodie looked around for the rack of costumes, but there was only empty space. She turned around to ask the Nurse what she should wear only to see her reaching behind the door and pulling out the costume which the doctors had selected for her.

It wasn’t so much a costume as a collection of straps and the odd bit of PVC. Jodie breathed in sharply… she had never worn anything so patently slutty in her life and seeing Nurse Bush holding it out to her brought into focus the reality of what was about to happen. Last time they had tied her down, fucked her pussy and ass and made her lick Nurse Simmonds pussy and ass too, what would they do to her this time?

Nurse Bush waited patiently as Jodie fiddled with the buttons on her blouse, she felt a little woozy from the heat and the nerves, but her pussy was already becoming wetter and wetter with the anticipation of what the doctors would force her to do this time.

Once she was naked, the Nurse helped her get her costume on, lingering more than a little around her crotch as she made sure all the little straps were in place. At one point Jodie could feel Nurse Bush breathe on her bare pussy and she had to fight against the desire to grab her head and push it between her legs.

Nurse Bush sensed her mood and teased her mercilessly, “I know what you need… your slutty little pussy needs filling doesn’t it? Well, don’t worry… the Doctors will make sure you leave here a proper slut.”

Jodie peered down at the woman and almost buckled as she watched her lean forward and press her tongue into Jodie’s wet pussy. She stayed there only a few seconds before drawing herself up to her full height and kissing Jodie on the mouth. As she did so she pressed two fingers easily into Jodie’s soaking wet hole and pressed against the roof of her pussy.

Jodie moaned at the sudden pressure but Nurse Bush held her tight as she kissed her, her pussy tainted tongue swirling against Jodie’s until her body relaxed and became submissive once again.

Nurse Bush pulled away and moved down her body once more, her tongue grazing against pieces of bare flesh between the various straps and PVC strips. Jodie felt the Nurse take her foot and looked down to see her holding a rolled up fishnet stocking. The stocking slid smoothly up her leg and then Nurse Bush repeated the operation on the other leg.

Nurse Bush returned to a standing position and placed a hand on Jodie’s shoulder, she pushed her down into a chair and then collected a small bag from behind the door. Jodie tensed nervously until she saw that it was nothing more than a make-up bag. Nurse Bush reached inside and pulled out a brush, soon she was applying make-up to Jodie’s cheeks and eyes and finally after several minutes she produced the reddest, sluttiest lipstick that Jodie had ever seen in her life.

To say that she plastered it on was an understatement, Jodie was sure she must like a complete whore now, but there was no mirror for her to see for herself. In a way it wasn’t important, she wanted to be a slut, she wanted them to use her, the make-up was nothing to do with her, it was all about making her look like the slut the doctors wanted her to be. And Jodie was pretty sure that Nurse Bush was doing a good job of that.
Nurse Bush pulled Jodie to her feet and then turned her around and told her to bend over. Jodie started to protest but the Nurse simply pushed her forward and held her down until she stopped whining.

“You’ll thank me for this later,” said Nurse Bush as she span the top off of a container of lubricant.

Jodie felt her ass cheeks parted and a finger pressed against her asshole. The lubricant eased it’s passage and the Nurse soon had two fingers inside her. Abruptly they were pulled out and Jodie felt the tip of something pressing into her instead. The butt plug was nicely tapered, though the last little bit was a struggle to get in. Once inside though it felt very secure and Jodie was very aware of the way her ass was being stretched inside.

Jodie was pulled upright and then the Nurse looked her up and down. Strangely Jodie felt more self-conscious than ever. She noticed how hard her nipples were and Nurse Bush bowed her head towards them and nibbled them one after another, making them even redder and harder. Jodie’s pussy was drenched now and she longed for any kind of friction to make her cum, but Nurse Bush wasn’t going anywhere near her clit.

Finally she blindfolded Jodie and led her out of the dressing room and into a very dark room with a soft, spongy kind of flooring. The Nurse told her to get on her knees and wait, Jodie complied and heard the Nurse cross the room and close the door. Jodie was scared now, but also very horny. The butt-plug was filling her ass nicely and no longer felt uncomfortable and her nipples were still rigid between the strips of PVC.

She listened intently to try and establish if she was alone in the room, she heard nothing and slowly her right hand began to wander down between her legs. Since her last visit Jodie had embraced masturbation like never before and was now able to cum several times in an evening. Unfortunately,  circumstances hadn’t yet provided her with definitive proof one way or another whether her difficulty in cumming in the presence of others was now cured.

She gently dragged her middle finger up between her lips and felt her wetness, she let out a tiny moan and felt her head roll back as the pleasure mounted. Doctor Lewis’s voice caught her completely and utterly off guard…

“I bet you’ve been doing that a lot recently haven’t you?”

Jodie was startled and instinctively pulled her hand away.

“No need to stop on my account… just as long as you don’t make yourself cum, if you do I’ll have to punish you.”

Jodie stayed totally still, her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest it was beating so loudly.

“Mmmm, quite a good job Nurse Bush has done on you… you do look quite the slut. Hard to reconcile the woman who came in earlier with the one I see now.”

She felt him lean closer and he whispered now.

“But of course, by the time you leave you’ll look even more of a slut, won’t you?”

Jodie trembled slightly but did not respond. Doctor Lewis leaned closer again and whispered once more.

“It would be good for you to answer me when I ask you a question slut… you don’t strike me as the sort to take punishment well.

“Yes.”

“Yes? Is that it….”

“Yes, sir.”

“Better… but I am still a doctor.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

She heard him moving around her and then reach underneath to wiggle the buttplug inside her ass.

“And how are you enjoying our little friend here?”

The doctor allowed his palm to rest on her right cheek and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s… fine Doctor.”

“Hmm, well I think we’ll leave it a little longer… have you ever used a butt plug before Jodie?”

“No Doctor.”

“I thought not. Well, I know it’s a little uncomfortable to start with but I’m sure you’ll be thanking me later.”

Jodie wondered what exactly they were preparing her for, but she didn’t have time to think about it for more than a few seconds.

“Rub your pussy,” said Doctor Lewis. “Go on, I know you want to, you’re dripping wet aren’t you.”

“Yes Doctor.”

Jodie brought her hand back between her legs and gently started to play with herself, it felt so good and she couldn’t believe how wet she was.

“Good slut. But remember, don’t even think about making yourself cum without permission.”

Jodie stroked her pussy while Doctor Lewis ran his hands over every inch of her body, stopping occasionally to cup a breast or gently tug on one of her nipples.

“That’s it, show us what a horny little slut you really are…”

Jodie registered the ‘us’ in Doctor Lewis’s words but barely missed a beat. She was quite sure that Doctor Shaw was present and probably Nurse Bush for all she knew. Jodie wondered if they would make her lick Nurse Bush’s pussy, like they had with the strangely absent  Nurse Simmonds.

“Tell me what you want now Jodie.”

Jodie’s mind was racing.

“I want to cum,” she whispered.

Doctor Lewis laughed, “I’m sure you do Jodie… but that’s not what you really want is it? What do sluts really love doing Jodie, I’m sure you can work it out.”

Jodie’s fingers worked faster on her pussy.

“I want a cock inside me,” she breathed.

“Maybe, but first you have to earn it don’t you… first you have to make the cock nice and hard. How are you going to do that Jodie?”

“By sucking it… Doctor.”

“Good girl, we’ll make a proper slut out of you yet.”

Jodie felt Doctor Lewis move in front of her and place his hand on top of her head. She felt the tip of his cock against her lips and opened her mouth wilfully.

“Beg for it.” Said Doctor Lewis. “Beg me to let you suck my thick, hard cock.”

“Please Doctor… please let me suck your hard cock.”

“You don’t sound nearly desperate enough, maybe I should punish you instead.”

“No! Please Doctor, please… I really want to suck it for you.”

“Better…” said Doctor Lewis, brushing his cock against her lips once more and then batting it against her cheek.

“Now make me believe it, make me believe you want nothing more in this world than my cock filling your mouth.”

Jodie moaned as her orgasm began to build and her hand moved faster still on her clit.

“Please…. Please let me cum Doctor.”

Doctor Lewis reached down and grabbed her arm and pulled it away from her pussy.

“Not until I say slut… “

Jodie groaned in frustration as she felt her climax slowly fading away.

“I think I will have to punish you, you’re a very slow learner.”

Doctor Lewis moved behind her and roughly shoved her down on to all fours. He straddled her back, she could feel the insides of his naked thighs rubbing against her, and then began to spank her ass. He started off gently but gradually built up the severity of the slaps until Jodie was holding her breath between every stroke. Her ass was burning and she was sure it must be bright pink, and yet her pussy had never felt wetter.

Finally Doctor Lewis moved off her, but seconds later she felt the butt plug being carefully removed. She gave a little groan as the wide part of the plug stretched her asshole and then seconds later felt a large amount of cool lubricant squeezed into her hole and then another plug being pushed inside her. This plug was bigger, no doubt about it and it took a good few minutes for Doctor Lewis to gradually ease it inside.
Once there he reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, he didn’t yank it back, but he was firm enough that she knew to get back up on her knees.

“Now, I think you were supposed to begging for some cock.”

Jodie had barely opened her mouth when she felt the tip of Doctor Shaw’s cock pressed against her lips. He had tired of waiting for her to beg and had decided to move things along. Jodie instinctively pulled back but Doctor Shaw grabbed her head and forced his cock into her mouth.

“Sluts should never turn away a hard cock,” he said.

Doctor Shaw pushed his cock further and further into Jodie’s mouth while Doctor Lewis maintained his grip on her hair.

“Feels pretty good to have a hard cock in your mouth, doesn’t it slut?” asked Doctor Lewis as he stroked his meat while watching his colleague fuck her face. Her red lipstick was already a little smudged and smeared onto the thick shaft of Doctor Shaw’s cock, but he knew she’d be in a much bigger mess by the end of the session.

Jodie felt his hands on her head pushing it firmly down on Doctor Shaw’s cock until she gagged a little, he was right behind her and whispered into her ear. “All men love to hear a slut gagging on their cock Jodie…”
Jodie groaned loudly and felt Doctor Lewis’s fingers move down between her legs and slip into her wet, slippery hole.

“Do you want to cum for me Jodie?”

Jodie sucked Doctor Shaw’s cock deeper into her mouth even as she nodded furiously.

“Good girl, I think you’re finally getting it.”

Jodie sucked harder and pulled Doctor Shaw deeper as Doctor Lewis expertly manipulated her clit with his fingers. He pushed his thumb inside her pussy and massaged her G-spot while maintaining friction on her clit with the side of his index finger and within a minute Jodie was tensing madly, it was obvious she was right on the edge.

“You may cum Jodie,” said Doctor Lewis as he pressed just a little harder and drove Jodie right over the edge.

Jodie spasmed hard against his fingers and wobbled a little on her knees. The two Doctors held her upright as she bucked against them, then Doctor Shaw pulled his cock out of her mouth to allow her to regain her breath.

As soon as Jodie recovered the two doctors dragged her down so that she was on all fours again and Doctor Lewis rapidly thrust his cock into her from behind. Meanwhile Doctor Shaw forced his cock back into her willing mouth once again and between the three of them they soon worked into an energetic rhythm.
Doctor Lewis grabbed her ass cheeks roughly before slapping them in turn, then grabbed the base of the butt-plug and began twisting it inside her. Jodie groaned loudly into Doctor Shaw’s groin as Doctor Lewis begin pulling the butt plug back towards him, stretching her asshole a little bit further every time until the butt plug almost came out.

“I know you want a real cock inside your asshole Jodie… I think you should ask Doctor Shaw very nicely to fuck your ass.”

Jodie grunted into Doctor Shaw’s groin once more and then felt her ass cheeks being slapped hard once again. She pulled back and tilted her head up, as Doctor Shaw’s cock fell from her mouth he reached out and lifted the blindfold to reveal her sluttily made-up face. He looked her straight in the eye as she pleaded with him to fuck her asshole and then smirked as he pulled back.

He wanted to fuck her asshole, but he was so close now and after a split second decision he rammed his cock back into her mouth and bucked hard as he exploded his load into her throat. Jodie greedily swallowed as his cock erupted into her and then he pulled out and wiped his cock across her face leaving a wide trail of spit and cum.

“Oh dear… it looks like you sucked Doctor Shaw’s cock a little too well Jodie… I guess, we’ll have to let Doctor Andrews fuck your ass instead.”

Doctor Lewis looked over his shoulder to see Doctor Andrews slowly stroking his hard cock as he relaxed in a chair. Doctor Shaw was crashed out next to him and drinking a large glass of water.

“Doctor… Andrews?” Said a nervous Jodie.

“Yes Jodie, Doctor Andrews. You haven’t met Doctor Andrews before have you…”

Jodie turned her head as she heard Doctor Andrews approaching and gasped as she saw his cock swinging in front of him. Doctor Andrews stood right in front of her and she automatically opened her mouth. Doctor Andrews eased his big cock between her lips and Jodie wondered how on earth she would ever be able to take his huge cock in her pussy, never mind her tight little ass.

Doctor Andrews licked his lips as he watched Jodie struggle to accommodate his cock. He was barely  a couple of inches longer than the average Joe, but much, much thicker and he knew damn well that girth was everything.

Jodie could feel spit forming at the sides of her mouth as if she was wearing a bridle, such was the intrusion Doctor Andrews cock was creating. She was scared, but she also knew that she wanted his cock inside her more than she had ever wanted anything, even if that meant allowing him to fuck her tight little asshole.
Without being biden to do so, Jodie pulled back and looked up at Doctor Andrews with pleading eyes,

“Please fuck me Doctor Andrews, I need your big, hard cock inside me.”

Doctor Andrews pulled back and stroked his meaty pole right in front of Jodie’s face, making sure she appreciated exactly what she had just asked him to do. As he moved away her head fell forward and she felt Doctor Lewis pull out of her sodden cunt.

The next thing she knew she was being pulled over onto her side and then laid flat on her back. She looked up and saw Doctor Lewis right above her, his legs pinning her arms to the floor as he lowered his balls towards her mouth.

“Lick!” He commanded and Jodie strained her neck upwards and used her tongue to tease the doctors, smooth silky balls.

As she did this she could feel Doctor Andrews moving between her thighs and then pushing the bulbous head of his cock into her soaking wet pussy. Even after the fucking that Doctor Lewis had given her she could still feel her walls being stretched further as he ploughed deeper into her tight channel. Of course with the butt-plug still inside her ass he felt even bigger than he normally would have done.

Jodie heard Doctor Andrews grunt as he bottomed out inside her, she had never felt so full in her life and she fucking loved it, but she was still scared about that monster reaming her asshole. But for the moment she began to relax as her pussy got used to Doctor Andrews considerable girth and she began to enjoy the feeling of being so royally fucked.

“I love a slut with a tight cunt,” sneered Doctor Andrews. “The first time is always the best!”

Jodie moaned deeply as he picked up the pace a little and wished that she could reach down and rub her clit. Doctor Lewis was still pinning her down and now he was roughly pulling on her hard, pink nipples.

“All sluts love having their nipples pulled,” he said to Doctor Andrews, almost as if he was explaining some everyday scientific fact. The other doctor simply laughed. It was so humiliating, it was almost as if they were talking about her as if she wasn’t even there. But she couldn’t deny that she was starting to enjoy it and wanted him to tug on them harder.

As if to prove him right, Jodie begged Doctor Lewis to pull on her nipples and make them red. Doctor Lewis was more than happy to oblige and twisted them between his fingers as he pulled her nipples taut over and over again.

Doctor Andrews pulled out suddenly and rubbed the tip of his wet, slippery cock over her clit. Jodie bucked against his cock but it wasn’t nearly enough friction to give her the relief she needed. She felt Doctor Andrews lift her legs up and rest them on his wide shoulders and then she felt him grab the base of the butt plug and ease it out.

Jodie was starting to sweat and her make-up was getting more and more messed up by the second. Doctor Lewis quickly turned around and angled his cock down so that she could suck it briefly while Doctor Andrews lubed her asshole once again.

She could still taste her pussy on his cock and it reminded her of the last time she had been here and had been forced to lick Nurse Simmonds’ pussy and ass. The memory brought a fresh flow of juice to her throbbing slit and then she clenched her teeth hard as she felt Doctor Andrews starting to ease the tip of his huge cock into her asshole.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck… “ she repeated over and over as Doctor Andrews slowly slid inch after inch of thick cockmeat into her vice-tight asshole, while Doctor Lewis watched, jerking his cock until it was literally throbbing in front of her face.

“Open wide slut,” growled Doctor Lewis as his cock erupted. The first spurt of cum missed Jodie completely, going past her head onto the soft, spongy flooring. The second and third splashed across her face and hair, only the last rope of cum actually made it into her open mouth.

Doctor Lewis used his fingers to scoop his cum into her open mouth, further ruining her make-up, He then watched, fascinated as Jodie struggled with the pain and pleasure of having Doctor Andrews massive cock invading her ass.

Doctor Lewis clambered to his feet just as Doctor Andrews reached down and pulled the girl onto her side. He drove his cock in harder, his balls slapping against the back of her thighs, but still showed no sign of slowing down or coming. Jodie reached down between her legs now and started to stroke her clit, after a few seconds she felt the familiar tightening of her muscles and she started to rub harder and faster still.
Doctor Andrews suddenly pulled out, leaving her asshole feeling temporarily empty, but then he grabbed her and turned her onto her front, trapping her hand beneath her and accidentally preventing her from reaching her clit. He powered his meat back into her ready ass and simultaneously held her down as he fucked her hard and fast.

Finally he pulled clear and jerked his cock until it exploded across her back and ass, glistening against the black PVC of the costume she was still wearing.

Doctor Andrews wiped his cock on her ass and then it was Doctor Shaw’s turn to speak.

“Look at you, laying there covered in three men’s cum, your make-up is ruined, all your holes stretched… what a beautiful slut you are. Why don’t you show us what a horny little bitch you are, I want you to bring yourself off while I punish you for being such a bad girl.”

Jodie groaned, she ached everywhere but she felt amazing. Her hand moved down between her legs and she started to stroke her dripping wet pussy once again. The next thing she felt was the sting of a leather belt as Doctor Shaw made good his promise to punish her. Within sixty seconds her ass was on fire and her pussy felt like it was about to explode. It took only one more well placed stroke of the belt to send her completely over the edge and Jodie felt the biggest orgasm of her life engulf her…

The story so far…

Mistress R suggested to me that since my blog is now so big, and that no one is really going to read all 1200+ posts, maybe I should write something for newcomers, so here it is then, the story so far with as much background as I can muster. This page will be accessible from the side bar (click on ‘Catch Up’) so that new readers can catch up as and when they find the blog.

I first knew of Mistress R when I was about sixteen I guess, we lived in a relatively small town where unusual people stand out. Mistress R, or rather just R then I guess, certainly stood out. So I knew who she was. Later I would meet her (briefly), she worked behind the bar of the pub that I frequented for a while, her look had toned down a bit by then and I remember being attracted to her but was either far too shy to chat up a hot barmaid or perhaps more likely I was already in a relationship myself… I’m not too sure of the dates.
I did not see her again for some time. My first relationship finished just before Christmas 1991  and within a week I had spent the night with another girl, ‘C’ (albeit just sleeping…). That didn’t work out, we liked each other but… I think maybe she needed someone a bit more ‘useful’, as in someone who could fix her car etc…. Hmm.
The next six months were uneventful to say the least, looking back on it I don’t really know what I was doing… I was regularly going to clubs but I can’t even say I was failing to pick up women, I wasn’t even  trying. The idea of one night stands never appealed to me in the slightest, this probably contributed to the longevity of my first relationship even though I was not happy in it. I realised at a young age that I was a ‘marrying’ kind of person… this meant I was probably more reluctant than I should have been to give up on my first relationship, but at the same time this experience didn’t alter my views either.
 I also felt somewhat out of my depth I think, despite a three year relationship my sexual experiences were somewhat limited*, and since what I really wanted was a relationship, this situation didn’t seem to be working for me. In truth I would probably have found it much easier to strike up a relationship had I spent my Saturday nights in the small town where I lived than in a big city where everybody seemed more grown up than me, most of the people I was hanging out with were a bit older and living as students or in their own places, whereas I was still living at home. The other (massive) contributory factor was of course, that while everyone else in the place was drunk I was always stone cold sober.

*My first relationship was with a girl called ‘A’. We met at work and although we ended up in bed together the first night, it was six weeks before I finally lost my virginity to her. My first two attempts were disastrous, the first time I came before I even got inside her, the second time I couldn’t get hard because I had jacked off so many times the night before trying to prevent premature ejaculation. Go on laugh all you want, I can laugh at it now… The third attempt went very well and I somehow summoned up previously unknown levels of self control, managing to last ten or fifteen minutes!

I realise you might be wondering quite why I am starting this story twenty five years back… well, I think that it’s quite important actually, since I am sure all that has gone before has significantly shaped the current me, as you will see shortly.

Despite being significantly older than me, ‘A’ had never had an orgasm. I wanted to try and help her, but I was hardly an expert, and somewhat bizarrely she was almost afraid of it. I never really understood that… perhaps not surprisingly she was generally ambivalent about sex in general, and she found cum to be messy and unpleasant. Since she was so uncomfortable with sex in general I also became somewhat uncomfortable with it too, at least with her…
There were the odd occasions when things went well, but mostly things were awkward… and most often my orgasms were ruined (though of course I didn’t know what a ruined orgasm was at the time). She usually wanted me to pull out when I came (and me being scared to death of getting her pregnant even though she was on the pill, I was quite happy to do so) but strangely I felt far too uncomfortable to grab my cock and finish it off properly so I would ruin onto her stomach… often (well, I say often, it’s relative I guess) she would touch my cock but stop short of making me cum too.
You could probably count the number of times I came inside her on one hand actually, which was probably not a bad thing given her lack of discipline when it came to taking her contraception (yes, I could have worn a condom but she hated them, and she was supposed to be on the pill. She was also older and more experienced than me so I kinda thought she knew best….). I did enjoy licking her pussy (on the rare occasions it happened) though I was fucking clueless about what I was doing and she wasn’t giving me any direction either!
Bizarrely, despite this pathetic situation I did once lick her ass (God knows how that ever happened!) and also… jokey banter about anal sex led to her fucking me with a fair sized carrot. I think the idea was that if I let her do that then she would let me do her in the ass… well that didn’t happen. Actually I think that just put the idea into her head that I might be gay. Sigh…
As time went on I realized that apart from our complete sexual incompatibility, I really didn’t like her (or her family) all that much, and I began to withdraw… by this time sex had completely fizzled out anyway. So we met one final time (to say goodbye effectively) and that was that, a week later I was spending the night with ‘C’.
‘C’ could probably have taught me a lot, but for whatever reason it didn’t work out. From what I heard later from a mutual friend she probably thought I was a bit too serious about wanting a relationship, which is fair enough. I was unwavering in that, sex for sex’s sake was never my goal. I didn’t want to ‘fuck’ lots of women and mark my bedpost… I don’t really know why. Maybe that was a mistake on my part, maybe I missed out on learning valuable life lessons that way? I guess I will never know.
The next few months were uneventful, I continued going to clubs with me friends but nothing happened. I became friends with a girl called ‘J’, but she was a friend’s ex and so that went nowhere.
Then one day I was briefly introduced to ‘R’ by a mutual friend. It was very quick since I was about to leave. If I remember correctly she pointed out that we both lived in the same small town and maybe she could get a lift with me to the city where the club was. Nothing really happened then, but the next week I found myself hoping to see her at the club the following weekend.
The next weekend arrived and no sooner had ‘R’ spotted me than she had me pinned against a wall snogging my face off. This was more like it! I hadn’t experienced this kind of behaviour from a woman before and I bloody liked it! Hard to believe it would take so long for her underlying dominant streak to emerge…
From the start ‘R’ and I were inseparable. She had a good job and had already bought her own house, which meant that we could spend every night together right from the start. Aside from a short period of illness soon after we met I can’t imagine we’ve spent more than a dozen nights apart in the last twenty one years.
At the time I was in very good shape and we would stay up until the early hours of the morning having sex over and over again. It was awesome! I was upfront about my lack of experience but ‘R’ was a lot more forthcoming than ‘A’ and quickly taught me how to make her cum with my fingers and my tongue. Making her cum quickly became my absolute greatest pleasure in life and within a few months we decided that we wanted to be together and decided to get married. I was the first of my friends to get married, by about ten years!
I remember one time that we were experimenting and I tied ‘R’s wrists to the bed, I don’t know why but it totally backfired. I couldn’t get hard… I was worried it was hurting her, I think she’d told me that she’d tried something similar with a previous boyfriend and had gotten bruises on her side or something. I don’t know… for some reason I am not really comfortable with it, it’s a contradiction because I am quite happy to read stories or watch video clips of women being ‘used’ or treated roughly, but at that time I couldn’t do it. Maybe I could now… I don’t know. If ‘R’ wanted to submit to me I would  definitely find a way to make it work, but I think that’s a bridge I will probably never need to worry about crossing. In my mind women are to be worshipped, I would need to change that attitude if that were the case.
It was a few years before the subject of Femdom came up, I remember sitting on the sofa with ‘R’ and telling her that I wanted her to dominate me, to be my Mistress. I can’t even begin to imagine how I broached that subject… fucking hell, talk about difficult! I’ll always remember that ‘R’ was somewhat taken aback, at first I think she thought I wanted her to cuckold me, but I soon straightened that out!
I don’t really remember our first sessions, since they were a long time ago. They were probably fairly tame, though I do remember us buying a whip the first time we went to Erotica, and also buying a strap-on from a mail order company, but I don’t think it was used that much.
Towards the end of the nineties things started to unravel a bit, the femdom sex went out of the window and we started to disconnect from each other. It was a horrible time and over the course of a year or so ‘R’ started to show interest in other people. The whole thing was a nightmare to me, every weekend I was stressed to hell, wondering how much I should take before I just called it a day. It was very spread out, every time I thought would be the last time, and then I would see her flirting with/kissing someone. This is not something that we did, this was not something we saw as acceptable for each other to do. At one point I was so exasperated I asked her if she wanted an open marriage, but she was adamant that she didn’t want that, and yet the problem persisted (fueled by alcohol for the most part). I suppose I could have fought fire with fire, but it was simply not in my nature to do that. I guess it would have been easier on me if it had been.
The final straw came at a work party, after putting a very drunk ‘R’ to bed I sat up all night feeling like this was the end. When she woke up I told her that was it, I wasn’t doing this any more. Either she sorted herself out and we moved forward or I needed to find someone else who wanted to be with me and only me. We had very hot sex later that day and that was the end of it, but it took me a very, very long time to fully trust her again.
After this we moved house and the Femdom sessions started again, my best memory of that house was my very first cream pie. Again I don’t really remember how I broached the subject, but I knew I wanted it. I clearly remember that she was on top of me, riding my cock until I exploded inside her, and then I remember her lifting off me and moving up the bed to straddle my head. By the time she was over my mouth my cum was just starting to leak out of her, it was so incredibly hot! It was everything I’d hoped for and more and to this day there’s something very special about it that I absolutely love.
Another thing that came about sometime round about here was me asking Mistress R if I could lick her ass. At first she was pretty grossed out, I seem to remember… I think I may have just subtly mentioned that I’d done it before so I knew what I was getting into. That seemed to do the trick. Nowadays it’s a fairly regular treat, and I love it so much. You can’t really get more intimate than licking a woman’s ass.
We moved house again in 2003, and ever since then we have been solid as a rock. Moving area seemed to put a line under the problems of the past somehow and the Femdom sessions have been a regular monthly event since.
At various times Mistress R (as she slowly became known) and I have discussed the Femdom side of our marriage. I have always wanted it to be more prevalent and less structured, Mistress R would much rather keep it to a prescribed and restricted level. It would be nice to abandon the sessions and for our Femdom to be spontaneous, but since I am quite sure this would mean less activity not more I am happy to stick with the sessions. Very occasionally Mistress R has paddled my ass out of session, and once or twice she has called on me to worship her feet, but to all intents and purposes the Femdom element of our marriage is restricted to a little CBT outside of the monthly sessions.
Although I wrote some short pieces of fiction in the nineties, it wasn’t until the mid 00’s that I started to write regularly. Finding Literotica and having somewhere to share my writing was a big boost, unfortunately most of my early stuff was posted under the name ‘Malibuman666’ rather than ‘Robert_Anthony’, but I think now most people have realised the connection. The first chapter of ‘Owned’ (published Sept 2006) is still my most read story with over 175,000 views.
One of the first things I did when I started this blog was to post all my stories on here, and I have added several new pieces since 2011. My plan is to write a proper, publishable novel for retail over the next year to eighteen months, but writing is a very time consuming pastime, so we shall have to see.
I’m not sure when I first discovered chastity play, but reading other people’s stories on Literotica gave me a few ideas, in particular I found myself drawn over and over to a story called ‘Terri’s Teasing Torments’. It had long been a tradition that I wouldn’t cum for a few days before a Femdom session, so that I would be aching for release and I suggested to Mistress R that maybe we could increase this length of time. I think a couple of times we used a couple of dice to decide how many days before the session I would be put on ‘stop’, and then it became normal that it would be a couple of weeks.
At this time every Femdom session would conclude with a huge orgasm for me, often while I was tonguing Mistress’s ass. I can’t remember when Mistress started making me lick my cum from her fingers, but I know that it was I who prompted it.
Early in 2011 I discovered Sarah Jameson’s website and downloaded her chastity book. Everything she said made total sense to me and I was excited at the prospect of being denied relief. I had enjoyed the times leading up to my in-session release and experienced all the post orgasmic downs that Sarah talked about in her book. I also wanted my Mistress’s pleasure to be of utmost importance, I had long since persuaded Mistress R that I genuinely loved going down on her, and now I wanted her to get as much out of that experience as I could possibly give her. I bought a book called ‘She Comes First’ and though I thought I was quite good at eating pussy before that, the reaction I got after the first time I used my tongue and fingers on her after that proved that that book is worth it’s weight in gold.
In mid-March 2011 I suggested to Mistress R that she should take total control of my orgasms. She did not react well to this at all. She was exasperated that I was never satisfied with what we were doing, and felt that she was never living up to my ridiculously high expectations. I tried to explain what the benefits would be, but she was totally not having it.
A couple of weeks passed, I had accepted that this wasn’t going to happen and resigned myself to continuing as before. Out of the blue Mistress came to me and told me that she would do it. I was more than a little surprised. We went for a walk in the country and Mistress told me that she had some extra rules, I don’t know why or how these came about really, but I accepted them on the basis that she was granting me my fantasy so it was fair enough.
The first rule was that I wasn’t allowed to ask to cum, the second rule was that I wasn’t allowed to ask to be allowed inside her. The first rule was a little strange I thought, surely half the fun was having your man begging for release? But I guess she thought it would be easier to keep me denied if I wasn’t appealing to her for release. I did think that this rule would be relaxed at some stage, but so far it hasn’t. Actually, I flouted the rule once and once only. Soon after the rule was put in place Mistress was stroking my cock and I begged her to let me cum. She very calmly let go of my cock and left it throbbing against my stomach. She asked me ‘Are you asking me to release you from chastity so that you can cum?’, this was without doubt a test, if I said yes who knew whether she would ever consent to keeping me denied again. She would have the perfect reason not to after all, I hadn’t lasted above a few days without begging.
The thing was, it wasn’t that I wanted her to let me cum… I didn’t at all! I just wanted to hear her tell me that she would be the one to decide when that would happen, but it kind of backfired on me. I have never asked her again and she has not rescinded the rule either.
The other rule was unexpected and difficult to accept. I hadn’t expected to forego penetration as part of this game, and Mistress wasn’t exactly falling over herself to give me permission to slip inside her. It confused me that she didn’t seem to want penetration as much as I thought she would have and made me question certain things. Mistress stuck to her guns and I learned to accept it.. and learned that when something like that is restricted it becomes so much more powerful. Being inside her now is precious to me, a gift that I will never again take for granted… being allowed on top of her even more so.
At some point along the way Mistress told me I should not touch my cock any more, since it was her property. I don’t think Mistress actually thought I would do this, I think it was something said in the heat of a session… somehow over the next few months I confessed each time I failed to keep my hands off and Mistress would use it as a reason to punish me in the next session.
It took a long time to really get to grips with this rule (you guys in chastity devices have it so easy!) but eventually I found that apart from wanting to be strong for my Mistress I found that ‘illegal’ stroking was never satisfying, it only detracted from the pleasure of being teased by my Mistress and I pretty much stopped it altogether.
At some point I bought a CB-3000, tried it on, discarded it as a useless piece of junk and sold it on.
This didn’t matter too much since Mistress R was in no way on side with letting me wear it. Months went by and I had to try again. I bought another CB-3000, tried it again and still could not believe that anyone could wear it as a matter of course. Apart from anything else I couldn’t possibly wear it under clothing, it was so fucking ridiculous.
One night I managed to wear it for about thirty minutes, without trousers. It was uncomfortable to say the least. But I knew if I sold it I would end up buying another one when my curiosity was piqued again, so I kept it and it is still in my bedside cabinet. Maybe one day I will try again, maybe it would work better when I have lost weight? Regardless I don’t think Mistress will ever want me to wear it and I’m not sure that I want my cock locked away really, I would much rather it was always available for Mistress to stroke whenever she wanted to, spooning wouldn’t be nearly as much fun if I couldn’t feel my cock throbbing against her beautiful ass, and I don’t think she would want to miss out on that either.
Over the last few months I have further encouraged Mistress R to let her mean side out, this has manifested itself in her finally ruining some of my orgasms and also slapping my cock and balls and using her teeth on my cock. I love it when she treats me this way, I know it’s hard for her to understand (not being submissive herself) but nothing makes me happier than for her to tease and abuse my cock and leave me throbbing and desperate…except for feeling her bucking against my tongue of course.
I hope that things will continue to progress, I would love her to become more demanding and become more confident about using her body to torment my denied cock, I am hoping that my imminent trip to Slimming World will work to my advantage in that department. Perhaps if I can turn myself into a bit of a hottie again  she will feel the need to really assert herself? I really can’t think of a better inspiration for trying hard.

BOOK REVIEW: Journey into Chastity trilogy…

So I finally finished all three books in the Journey Into Chastity trilogy and on the whole I was very impressed. The third book contains a very unpleasant scene (to my thinking) which I could have done without, but leaving that aside all three of the books were superbly written, with a rare quality of writing for this genre.
Since I wrote about his book, Stanley has contacted me and I am now the proud owner of a proper paperback copy of the trilogy, which I will definitely read again in the future and also another book written under a different name which is actually a Male Dom / Fem Sub novel. Needless to say I will be posting about that in the future, in the meantime you can view Stanley’s Pink Flamingo web page HERE

More on the ‘Journey Into Chastity’ trilogy…

I’m now reading part three of Stanley Jeffries’ Journey Into Chastity trilogy and I must say it is absolutely outstanding. I really do take my hat off to the author, he has a knack of fooling the reader into believing everything he writes and every reveal comes as a total shock. Usually when I read erotic fiction, it’s pretty clear what’s going to happen and most plot twists are practically signposted in neon, but this one… I have no idea how it’s going to end, beyond pure speculation.

The characters and scenes are so well written and the twists and turns are truly epic, I wonder if the author isn’t actually a dominant himself, he certainly has the imagination for it. 
Truth be told I am not one for reading much, at least not fiction, and most erotic fiction is read in small chunks before I go to sleep. This I have been glued to for the last few days, I am so impressed. If you only buy one book of this kind then I have to say get this one (or these three rather!). Outstanding.

BOOK REVIEW: Journey Into Chastity (by Stanley Jeffries)…

Click the cover to view this book on Amazon.co.uk

Straight off the bat, I have to say that this is one of the best Femdom novels I have read so far. Yes, as always there is the occasional pinch of salt required… and as ever the chastity device element is typically unbelievable. But Stanley does try to minimise these issues, and truth be told the book, while at times a bit OTT, is very engaging and very readable. 
The main character (John) finds himself in a relationship with a girl way out of his league (Laura) and as their relationship becomes long distance he discovers that she has found herself a lesbian lover (Christina) who introduces her to BDSM. Rather than lose Laura altogether John agrees to be first her, and then their slave. Add in a few additional characters who help propel the story along and you a very good read indeed.
I have to say the book is exceptionally well written, and the interaction between the characters really brings the book to life. There’s more than a few twists along the way, but nothing that makes you throw the book down in disbelief. The scene with the ‘grunge’ is pretty grim though, personally I could have done without that.
There are three books in the series, this is the first and I am just about to start reading the second. Hopefully the high standard of writing will continue throughout. Highly recommended.