She's 50, blond and skinny with nice pert breasts. She's a powerful woman and has commanding blue eyes. Certain times of the month, she owns me. She uses and humiliates me and I like it. And she likes it too. It's our own private world.
We were in bed once and I told her my story. My first wife wanted to know if men's balls hung like dogs. She commanded me to get on all fours and she laughed, reaching out to squeeze them. "Are you my slave?" I agreed readily. Later that day I was wearing a white corset and matching hose while cleaning the kitchen. I told her I was embarrassed and she shouted: "You like it!" True enough. My second wife would dress my in drag and spank me, again, a long time ago.
A week later I'm on my knees licking her till she came. I was wearing a brown wig, pink bikini panties and pink fishnets. She said I was Slut Linda and I was her slave. she gave me twenty smack with a hair brush and had me kneel in the corner of the motel room. I was embarrassed and my ass was burning. She knew too, my cock was bulging through my panties. Suddenly the door slammed and she was gone. I knelt for about ten minutes and I stood up. I was terrified she'd come back. The motel phone rang and I answered tentatively.
"Slut Linda! on your knees, when I call you kneel! Understand?"
"Yes Mistress." and I fumbled to floor. I swayed slightly as she spoke. She directed my to an envelope on the nightstand, I was to read it and text her the comments exactly. Then she hung up. I opened the envelope and grabbed my phone.
"Mistress Patty, today I am your slave. You own my mouth, cock, balls and asshole. I am not to cum without permission. Your satisfaction is my only desire. Please accept my humble subservience. Your sissy, panty wearing slave, Slut Linda." I texted and waited on the bed. It wasn't long before the motel phone rang. I grabbed it and jumped on the floor between the beds.
"Are you kneeling Slut Linda?" I agreed eagerly. "Good Slave. Now go into the bathroom and open the brown bag, your instructions are inside." Click. Twenty minutes later the door opened and Mistress Patty walked inside. She was in a skirt with black hose and heels, somewhere she changed and had a riding crop in her hand.
I followed the instructions to the letter. I was sitting in the motel swivel chair on a butt plug. The bag thoughtfully provided lubricant as well as a collar that read "slave", a ball gag which I wore plus red thigh highs. I sat in the chair mute looking at her, my hard on-felt obscene as she tapped my nipples with the crop.
"Are you my slave?" I nodded. "Will you follow my every command tonight?" I nodded again. She removed the ball gag and told me to stand up, I felt the butt plug begin to slide and I instinctively reached for it-she told me to let it fall out. On all fours I mounted the floor, in a wig stockings and collar. She asked if I liked being humiliated and I agreed. I crawled between the beds and she shoved a long candle in my ass. Then she lit it. An ashtray in the middle of my back I sat on the floor, a candle burning out of my butt.
