Monday, June 10, 2019

The Art of Female Domination an Online Dominatrix Training Course Taught By Senior Mistress Gail

The first of its kind
I’m proud to announce that I Senior Mistress Gail will be teaching an online Dominatrix Training Course called The Art of Female Domination for all those aspiring Ladies out there that are wanting to enhance their boudoir antics,or those that are wanting to learn the Art of Female Domination to become Professional Dominatrices.

The Course material will be dealing with twenty six subjects which will be divided into four online Training Modules Consisting of the following
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1 The Dominatrix Persona what Qualities and attributes make up the Dominatrix

2. The Psychology anatomy and head space of a slave, submissive, naughty boy, sissy slut and fetishist

3. Paraphernalia and implements of the trade and knowing how to work with them in a safe, sane consensual way.

4. Setting up your Practice and What is required of you .

you will remain anonymous The online training Course will be held on What App, Messenger, for an hour and will be recorded each Tuesday with a drop box link to a audio file that will be sent to you’re email address for you to download for revision and homework.

Any other Questions that you didn’t ask in class will be answered the following week before I processed with the next Subject.

Once all the Modules are complete you will be tested on everything that I have taught you.

A certificate will be provided to you on the completion of the course

Cost of the The Art of Female Domination Online Teaching to become a Professional Dominatrix is

R5000.00

Cost of The Online Boudoir Antics is
R3000.00

Mistress Gail can be Emailed @

dominatrixmistressgail@prontonmail.com

Dominate Regards

Senior Mistress Gail

Thursday, May 23, 2019

Collared enslavement and Servitude

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I hadn’t seen Mistress Gail for a few years and I got quite excited when an opportunity arose due to a business trip to Johannesburg. I organised a session straight away.

I arrived at her chambers with a vague idea of what I wanted to do but things started to spiral out of control quite quickly. She answered the door and immediately we started to catch up on the last two years. She asked me what I had in mind and I said that I would like to experiment with being a collared slave. She gave me a wry smile and said that it was a great idea, but was I fully understanding of the implications. She told me that once I had willingly submitted to being collared by her, I was her possession completely, and it was at her discretion to release me from collared bondage or not. She also said that there would be no discussions as I would have to comply with everything she ordered me to do. She looked at me and smiled saying that there were no safe words when you are a collared slave. I said I understood as she turned and walked away.

She came back shortly with a steel collar and a padlock. She told me to kneel in front of her. She looked me in the eye and said that I needed to enter into the agreement of my own free will and this was the last chance to back out of the agreement. I swallowed, nodded and said that I was prepared to be her slave. She then held out the open collar and said “do you of your own free will accept this collar from your Mistress as a binding symbol of enslavement and servitude, knowing that only I and no-one else can release you from this bondage? Knowing that I will own and that you will obey my every word without hesitation or question?” “I do” I said. With that she place the steel collar around my neck and locked it shut.

She stepped back and said that the first order was to strip naked. After I had done so she instructed me to stand before her. She pulled out a chastity device and said that all her slaves are to be locked in chastity. She proceeded to place the device over my cock and balls. It was difficult for me to remain soft, but eventually she slid the sheath on and pushed the padlock shut with a click. She said that she was having a friend over and she needed me to serve drinks. She showed me to a room to get changed. In the room on a bed were a corset, stockings, high heels and a French maid’s uniform.

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After I was dressed, I went through to the lounge. She was holding a leather hood. She informed me that I was required to wear the mask at all times. She helped me put it on and I soon discovered that it had a built in gag. She noticed this as well and said “don’t worry, you do not need to speak or discuss anything with me. And there are also no safe words so you do not need to talk”

I was laced into the hood and she put another padlock through the bottom rings. With that, there was a knock on the door. She told me that it was her guest that she was expecting and I was told to open the door. There stood an elegant lady in black skirt and boots. I could not say anything so Mistress Gail said “hi, this is my new collard slave. You can call her Rachel”. She then told me to go and fetch a bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchen. I came back and opened the wine and poured two glasses. I stood to attention to one side. They made small talk until her guest asked about me.

Mistress Gail said “don’t you think that these are just the best maids? They do everything that you We tell them to do and they don’t talk back. They don’t give any trouble either. Come here Rachel and let me show off what you have under your skirt.” I was embarrassed but walked up and stood still. She lifted my skirt to show my caged and locked manhood.“You see” she said, “Rachel is completely sexless, she cannot experience any pleasure at all. I may even keep her locked up for a month or two”

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Then she said “the best part is when she wants to pee. She now has to sit like the sissy girl that she is when she needs to go. Come let’s get her to show us what a sissy girl she is. Come to the toilet and show us how you pee Rachel” she said with a wicked grin. I got up and followed them. At the toilet I lifted my skirt and sat on the seat. I was humiliated and embarrassed as the two of them stood and watched me, drinking their wine. I battled to go, but eventually I peed. They smiled as I tore off some paper to wipe myself. Mistress Gail said “I will be needing your ass pussy later so I need to start stretching it now. I have a huge strap-on just for you” With that she produced a small butt plug and after lubricating it she stuck it up my ass.

Mistress Gail said “I think we need to take this slave to chambers and start breaking her in. but we will take the scenic route through the garden.

Mistress Gail clipped a leash onto my collar and proceeded to lead me outside. We spent an eternity going through the garden before we finally went into chambers.

Once inside, Mistress Gail put cuffs on my hands and feet and bent me over the flogging bench. She attached me to the bench securely and added a strap around my middle and thighs so that I could not move at all. She removed the butt plug and then inserted another. I did not know what was going on until she turned it on. It started to pulsate and go in and out.

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She came around to the front of the bench and I could see a large strap-on cock dangling between her legs. She smiled and said it was for later. She then addressed me. “I am going to introduce you to pain like you have never known it” she said. Mistress was holding a short riding crop. She swished it through the air and the strap-on cock bounced around. “There are no safe words, so as a gesture of compassion, I will give you poppers”. She put some on a cloth and held them to my nose. She went around behind where I could not see. “I think that we will start off with 20 stokes of the hand, ten on each cheek”. I panicked, but could say or do nothing. She started, a gentle rub followed by a smart crack. “That’s one” she said. She went to the other side at a leisurely pace. A gentle caress and Whack, another smack. “That’s two” she said. This continued with intermittent popper dosage until all 20 had had been given.

My bum was on fire and very sensitive. “Now we turn to paddle” she said “and do it all over again. But before that I want to introduce your balls to the violet wand.” With that she pulled out her violet wand and proceeded to shock my balls. After the paddling, mistress walked off. She came back a few minutes later and said “Now to teach you about taking it up the ass” . She removed the pulsating butt plug. She gave me some poppers and said “take a deep breath” next minute I could fell the huge cock sliding inside me.

When Mistress was finally finished, she said “now I will take pity and give you some relief’ she strapped me onto my back and secured my tightly. Once I was immobile she took off the strap-on and climbed onto the bondage table and straddled me. It was so arousing but frustrating to see this beautiful goddess on top of me, but I was completely unable to do anything. She teased me for 10 minutes, and kept asking me if I wanted her. I was driven insane by lust, but could do nothing. “You see that I now control your desires and lust” she said as she got off. After another dose of poppers, she unlocked the cage and started to massage me. I could not control myself and I came. But she didn’t stop stroking me. I could not move my arms or legs and it was starting to get painful. She didn’t care and just kept on. “Breathe in and out slowly” was the only thing she said to me. Eventually I came again. She put the cage back on.

She untied me and let me go upstairs for a shower. After the shower I stood in front of her naked. She bent down to unlock the chastity. When she got up she gave me the padlock and the key, but when I looked down there was a yellow padlock with a combination lock in its place. “I will unlock your collar now and release you from slavery, but as a reminder as to how it could so easily be permanent, I have secured you with a combination lock. You will get dressed now and go back to your hotel.

I will SMS the combination to you so that you can take the chastity off later. Maybe I will do it tonight, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, or maybe never….”

Shafting through shit with Strapon Play

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Heads up boys, and sissies, their nothing more unpleasant then shafting through shit with strap-on play.
Its all fair and well to think because I’m a women and I’ve raised children of my own in their infantile stage I’ve had my fair share of poo nappies and yes I have.

When it comes to Strap- on play it’s by far the worst as when you pull out you’re strap- on that’s covered in protection its covered in shit and
other times it get so messy when you doing anal stretching or fist-ing and the shit messes onto the towel that you are lying on below your ass.

As I’ve matured through the years I’ve started to advise anal players to give themselves a enema at least an hour before a Strap-on session booking.

Disposable Enemas are available a Dischem

]https://www.dischem.co.za/lenolax-enema-adult-fleet-135ml
Lenolax Enema Adult 135ml
for R 51.95

Its such a joy to session with boys and sissy who have been considerate, of this factor and are squeaky clean for strap- on play putting the effort in
for their Mistress to enjoy a full strap-on session without the mess.

So there you have it boys and sissies instructions from the Senior Strap-on Goddess
Flush the shit out and hour before before Strap-on play
Mistress Gail

Sunday, January 27, 2019

Teaching him how to polish his knob properly under Mistress’s Expert Instructions.

Happy New Year everyone ,

Please be advised that this Session Erotica is A fantasy Role-play Session

Dear Mistress Gail,

I caught my 21 year old son masturbating in the bath the other day and noticed that he lacks
the skills to um… polish his knob. I was wondering if Mistress would be interested in showing him the proper way - under Mistress’ expert supervision.

Yours sincerely,
James (Senior).

Dear James (Senior),

Thank you for you’re email. I would be delighted to do so. Please Contact Me on My cell to discuss session details, dates,and times.

Wicked regards,
Mistress Gail.

James (Junior)
gets a “Pull your wire masturbation boy” lesson

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James Junior  arrived at my Dungeon last Saturday morning promptly at 10. When I heard him knock, I opened the door to see a nervous young man standing in the drive stuttering as he looked up at Me: “Mmy ffather sent me to You for mmy ffirst lesson.”

“Well hello there, you must be James Junior, come inside,”I say, giving him a wicked grin. “Your father and I have discussed how you are to be punished. Then, you will be taught how to pull your wire and polish your knob the proper way, by Me!”

“Yes Mmiss,” he mumbles, unable to hold my gaze.

“Well,” I shhoot back at him, “what I require from you young man is to take all your clothing off, hang it neatly on the hanger, and then wait for Me on your hands and knees, bum in the air. You’re going to get it on your bare bottom today young man!”

“Yes Miss,” he answers nervously, eyes still downcast.

I decide to torment him. “See you in five minutes young man,” I say, closing the dungeon’s back door with a thud and laughing at his adolescent fumbling.

But I didn’t leave. I watched him voyeuristically through a tiny crack in the door frame. With anxiety hanging over him like a dark cloud, he got undressed and started to walk around My dungeon, nervously eyeing the paraphernalia hanging on the walls and the intimidating ‘furniture’ that looms over the space like a bird of doom.

“I’m sure this is the Mistress Gail in the photograph my father caught me wanking to in the bathroom,” I heard him say out loud, no hint of a stutter now. Instead of waiting for Me with his bare bum in the air, he becomes aroused by his thoughts and I watch as his cock grows to full erection. It’s pointing straight up at the shiny steel restraints dangling from the ceiling. A stray sunbeam lands on the swollen little head. It glows purple and I notice a drop of pre-cum glistening in his pee-hole. Is there a devil in my little mouse?

Caught up in his own excitement he’s clearly forgotten that he was instructed to wait for Me on his knees with his bum in the air. “Your father mentioned to Me that you were hot-headed with a will of your own, and following instructions is not one of your strong suit,” I bark at him, watching in satisfaction as he jumps at the authority in my voice. Assume the position!”

He is down on his knees in a flash tightly clutching his stiff prick in one hand.

“Hands off you’re cock young man,” I command. “Your penis is now Mistress Gail’s toy and no longer yours to entertain yourself with when in My presence. Your dick is now My property, and is there for My entertainment! Is that understood?”

“Yes Mmiss, understood,” he mumbles at my feet.

His bare virgin ass hangs in the air. I cannot resist. A loud thwack echoes round the dungeon and I stand back to admire the hue of warm red heat spreading  across both his bare ass cheeks.

“Count young man,” I give the instruction as I caress his red bum with the tip of my riding crop.

“Yes Miss,” he yelps, as the crop lands another stinging blow across both bottom cheeks. “One, thank You Miss.”

That’s better young man,” I reply, lovingly caressing his burning bottom. “You’ll be getting another four of these. I want your bottom warm, red and tender for the session. Next time I give you  an instruction, make sure you follow it to the letter! Understood?”

“”Understood, Mmmiss,” the thwack of my crop almost drowns out his stuttered reply.

“You have permission to turn round and kneel in front of Me with your hand on My toy,” I say, the cropping over for now. No playing with it young man. Holding only, until Mistress gives you permission.”

“Yes Miss,” he answers, and I notice that his cock is now even stiffer.

“Show Miss how you pull your wire and polish your knob,” I instruct, after watching him struggle not sneak in a tug.

“Yes Miss,” he answers and I can hear the humiliation in his voice. But his eyes light up with sexual excitement as he starts to stroke his cock, with Me watching.

“Is that all you got young man?” I ask mockingly, after letting him enjoy a few wank strokes. “I see why your Father has sent you to Me. You only know one style of masturbation and watching you pull your wire as fast as you can is monotonous.

Mistress requires you to learn variation to spice up your masturbation sessions. Remove your hand from My toy masturbation boy, and fetch My strap-on harness from the rail on the wall, to the right hand side of you.”

Is this what Miss wants?” He asks, uncertainly touching the giant pink dong.

“Yes, bbring it over here,” I say, chuckling at his embarrasment.

I instruct him to get back down on his knees. Then I buckle the harness in front of him, the big dildo slapping him in the face.

“Eyes on My prick, boy,” I instruct. “Mines a cock. Yours is a My toy. Now pay attention.”

He watches as I stroke My giant sch-long. “Now, I want you to give your shaft four long strokes like this,” I tell him. “And Mistress will be counting them very slowly, so no rushing masturbation boy. Let’s get some action going in here. But no rubbing over the head, yet.”

I bend forward from the punishment bench and place a generous amount of lube onto the tip of My toy. I can feel his cock throb as I’m doing it. I sit back to enjoy the the sights and sounds. I do enjoy the delicious squishy noises a masturbation boy makes jerking a well lubricated cock in front of me.

I light a cigarette and a haze of white smoke fills the room with the smell of the tobacco. It arouses James Junior and I laugh salaciously as he pulls in front of me with his tongue hanging out.

I warm to this exhibition as I realise how much he enjoys playing with himself in front of a mature dominate women under guided masturbation instruction. “Give Miss a few long slow strokes,” I say, watching how his eyes light up with pleasure. “Now rock Your hips back and forth while you stroke, pretend you’re fucking a tight little pussy in front of me. Hmm, you’re getting the hang of it now masturbation boy. I see you are starting to leak. How does your cock feel now?”

“So good Miss,” he replies. It does seem like my mouse is turning into a lion. “Now give Mistress a few long fast strokes, from the base of your shaft all the way over your little head.”

“Yes Miss,” he answers. “And may I say how much of a turn on it is to masturbate in front of Mistress. Your green eyes shine like a emeralds in the dungeon and the wicked smile on your lips is every boy’s masturbation fantasy.”

“Hands off My toy young man,” I say in response. “You’re not yet forgiven for ignoring the instruction to wait for me with your ass in the air. For that I have chosen an exquisite little humiliation to remind you that this is My realm, dear boy.

Looking me directly in the eyes with a shimmer glint in Her green eyes and playful laugher cascading from her lips.
I will be requiring you to lick kiss and clean and sniff Mistress’s starfish for Her as Miss stepped off the punishment bench removing Her strap-on harness and placing it to the side and bending forward in front of me for me to have full frontal view of her lovely feminine bottom.

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Pulling Her G-string aside, I hear Miss say get your tongue in there and lick Miss starfish clean with your tongue masturbation boy can’t have you coming your coco coco so soon young man as that would simply spoil all Mistress’s fun.

Wiggle that tongue of yours more on Mistress’s starfish young man I want to feel that tongue stretching up and down and working overtime on Miss starfish young man.
As at the moment it feels only like a flickering tickle down there. Yes Miss as I slowly started to work my tongue up and down on Miss starfish.
Keep going masturbation boy I’m wanting lots of tongue action out of you from down there boy Yes Miss.

Ah that better young man feels like a soft breeze and a cool moist tongue working simultaneously on Miss starfish that’s delightful pleasurable young man.

You’re diligence boy has earned you a reward from Mistress Gail and permission is granted to kiss and worship Miss gorgeous derrière masturbation boy.

Make sure you hands remain at the sides of your body at all time while doing so masturbation boy. Yes Miss.
Word of warning boy no biting Miss exquisite feminine bottom Young man I will be requiring soft butterfly kisses from you on my well rounded shaped derrière boy. Yes Miss.
The view of Mistress exquisite bottom from behind was a breathtaking sight and I felt my toy grow even harder as I leaned forward to place soft caressing butterfly kisses on Mistress feminine bottom slowly and gently I kissed each cheek lingering from one bum cheek to the other making sure to give both bottom cheeks equal attention loving every second of begin beneath her exquisite feminine bottom.

That enough for now masturbation boy as Miss turned round to face me what I will be requiring from you is for you to stroke you shaft up in one full lengthy stroke from the base of your shaft to the top of your shaft and then to polish your knob three time to the right for Miss and then three time to the left is that understood masturbation boy. Yes Miss as Mistress bends forward to place another generous amount of lube onto my toy shaft rubbing the lube into my toy as I groaned in ecstasy and Mistress giggled in delight as She tormented and teased Me with her hand

Mistress removed her hand . Commencing now young man Yes Miss as the intensity of the masturbation training increased one two three fast strokes now polish your knob masturbation boy as Miss turned her wrist in a circular motion three times to the right and then in a circular motion three times to the left Mistress eyes lit up once more encouraging me to pull my wire and polish my knob faster that its perfect masturbation boy and then I heard Mistress say Stop glancing down at my toy to see so much pre cum dripping from my head.

Looking up I noticed that Mistress has her back turned to me and then bends forward saying get your nose back into my starfish and sniff it like a good puppy for Miss as your toys tail wagging super-cal-fragilistice-xpialidocious for Miss and more direction is required to take charge of your orgasm. Yes Miss as I inhaled in Mistress feminine aroma of her starfish. Keep sniffing masturbation boy. Yes Miss.

That enough young man Mistress turns round to face me placing a small red towel down on the carpet in front of me.
Last two strokes young man and there’s a catch you are to stroke your toys shaft for three strokes and then to presence your little head to Mistress Yes Mistress one, two three presenting my little head which Mistress whacked with a rubber looking shoe sole again young man stroking one two three times presenting my little head again which is whacked once more. Enjoying my masturbation lesson immensely.

Lube up boy as a tube of lube is given to me yes Miss.
Its Cum shot time masturbation boy and Mistress wants to see all those cum shoots of yours on Her red towel.
Yes Miss you have permission to pull your wire till you blow your load masturbation and lets see how far those cum shot go masturbation boy Yes Miss. Oh my word they shot quite far well done masturbation boy.

Saturday, September 8, 2018

“Happy Birthday, slave.”

This is punishment for me catching you watching that filth. This is exactly what happens to the men in those videos you were watching. They wanted to be abused by a woman. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen to you.”

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When I awoke, I found myself lying face down on the table on which Mistress Gail tortured me at the begin the evening. Lying on my stomach, I slowly discovered my surrounding. I was lying face down on something you could call a cross between a table and a cross. My upper body up to my hips where lying on a type of massage table, the ones they use in the health resorts or spas with a hole where my face rested. My face rested just inside of this hole, and underneath the table, set on the ground, was a mirror that showed the image of my legs, stretch opened and tied down on the cross beams. This left my ass and dangling testicles and flaccid penis vulnerable and easy to reach. Suddenly and with a shock I realise that my balls were tied together in a neat bundle.

As I lay there, I tried to turn my head, but it was secure strapped to the padding surrounding the hole in the table. I tried to move my arms and legs, but to no avail. As I tried to get up, I heard the distinctive clicks of heels on the floor. Through the hole in the table I first saw shiny black boots slowly walking in between my open legs. Then I saw the long shapely legs and then the black leather hot pants.

I felt her hand on my ass, gently rubbing it, tracing the marks and ridges of the caning she gave me earlier. Softly, with her long nails she traces soft patterns on my back and ass, sliding her hand down my ass and tracing my tightly tied balls and the base of cock all the way to its head and back again, teasing me into an erection. Suddenly she grasps my balls and squeezed them

“I know how much you like watching, , slave,” Mistress Gail said. “And I’m not talking about that porn I caught you watching. I’m talking about us/ Us, when I torture and humiliate you. You always like to watch when I make you cum.” She lightly spanked me. “You like to watch your hot cum shoot out of your dick, landing on my boots. Always, you like to watch. So, I’m going to let you watch all of this.”

“Mistress,” I said, testing the strength of my current bonds. Sure enough, I couldn’t get out of them. I could move, yes, but I couldn’t escape this new position. My head had a strap at the top and at my neck, forcing me to keep my face in the hole. Other straps around my shoulders, the middle of my back, right above my butt, right below my butt on each leg and at my ankles kept me at bay. Each wrist also had its own individual strap. I was completely helpless and vulnerable

“Yes?” she asked, lightly spanking me again.

“What is this?” I tried moving again—pointless as it was.

“This is the ultimate climax, slave. It’s just you and me: slave and Mistress. I don’t want anyone else around for this. This is going to be rather intimate, I think.” Tracing my ass-crack with her fingernail, she moaned. “This is going to be just what you wanted, honey.”

For some reason, that worried me. “Listen,” I said, “we don’t have to do any more. I mean, what you gave me so far was great, but—.”

She cut me off abruptly with a hard smack of this ass—not with her hand, and not with the riding crop she had with her earlier. This was something heavier and stronger, and it stung.

Before I could ask what it was, she smacked my ass again.

“slave,” she said. “I decided to not gag you during this because I want to hear you moan and beg for me to stop. I do not want to hear you try to talk your way out of this, not after what I’ve given you. I’ve given you the ultimate man’s fantasy, and I’m not about to let you fucking go without giving you a great finish. Or,” she added as an afterthought, “unscathed.”

That worried me more. “Mistress,” I said, and then another hard smack, followed by two more quickly, one following the other in rapid succession. I cried out.

“The wonderful thing about this leather strap,” she said, “is that I don’t have to alternate between your cheeks. One swing, two cheeks. It’s great. It’s wide and long enough to get both of them. Takes less time, too.”

“Mistress…”

Smack, smack, smack.

“Oh, God,” I cried, but she smacked me three more times. I’m not sure, but I may have actually started crying, and there was nothing I could do. I could either try to talk my way out of whatever twisted finale she had planned with the threat of further beating, or I could hold my tongue and let her go through with it.

“Your ass is red,” she said, and hit it again. “It looks like a cherry.” Two more smacks. “If you’re ready to continue, I’ll stop beating your ass, It’s so damn red. Is that a yelp, there’s even a little blood. Have you had enough?”

“Yes!” I yelled, much louder than I intended.

“Good.” I heard her put the strap down, and then, looking into the mirror beneath me, saw Mistress Gail get under the table and kneel before my dangling cock—which, to my shame, was a little harder now than it was before she started swatting my ass for the hell of it.

To my further shame, she noticed. As she grabbed my cock and pulled on it, she said, “I see you liked getting your little ass beaten. Maybe I’ll keep that strap around after tonight, huh?” She smiled at me through the mirror.

I’ll admit, even after all of what had happened tonight, the sight of Mistress Gail took my breath away and made me grow harder.

As she knelt behind my dick I suddenly notice how incredible she looked dressed in a black leather corset that hugged her small breasts, giving her more cleavage than ever before. The back of the corset ended just above a skin-tight black leather hot-pant. Still wearing her thigh-high black boots and dangerously pointy heels, she looked like a sex goddess, one that even Venus would praise.

Wrapping her right hand around my testicles, she smiled as she started to slowly wank my cock, which was a first. It felt incredible as she slowly move her hand up and down my cock while holding on to my throbbing balls. “How’d that feel?”

“Incredible.”

She laughed, and then sat down under the table, facing the mirror.

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Giggling, with her left index finger, she started rubbing the head of my dick. She went faster, and I moaned, and she said, “You better be enjoying this.” Then she dug her nail into the slit on the head of my cock, and I flinched, recoiling at the sudden, painful action. She laughed some more—probably at my futile attempt at escape—but she didn’t pull away her nail. Instead, she twisted her nail around in the slit.

“Oh, Jesus, please stop!”

“You mean you don’t like this?”

“God—no! Please Stop Mistress!”

She laughed and laughed, continuing to smile in the mirror, seemingly oblivious to the torture she inflicted on to my penis. “Not yet,” she said, and squeezed my balls tighter while digging harder into my dick’s head.

I begged her to stop, but she didn’t listen. I cried out for God, but no answer there, either—just the perverse laughter from the seductive Mistress Gail.

Suddenly, she pulled out her nail and traced her finger over my swollen testicles. “Ooh,” she cooed. “These look nice and veiny, .” I felt her slowly rolling my balls between her fingers, softly at first but then with more power, causing me to cry out in pain

After several minutes of abusing my balls, she said to me, “Are you ready for your abuse to continue?”

Before I could answer, she let go of my balls, deciding instead to grab my dick with her right hand. She took a hold of my girth and squeezed. And then put the open palm of her left hand underneath my penis and said, “When you come—and you will be coming—I’m going to catch it and then you will eat it. I’m going to milk you like an animal, and you won’t be able to do anything about it.”

She stroked my shaft slowly, and I moaned. It felt good. Mistress Gail always felt good.

In the mirror, she smiled at me. “When you come, it’s going to get a lot worse.”

Startled, I asked, “What?”

Continuing stroking my cock in long motions, catching the pre-cum in her palm, she said, “This is punishment, honey. I’m giving you exactly what you wanted.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head, or at least trying to.

Frowning, she nodded and said matter-of-factly, “Yes. This is punishment for me catching you watching that filth. This is exactly what happens to the men in those videos you were watching. They wanted to be abused by a woman. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen to you.”

Oh, fuck. “Please, don’t do that.”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to make you cum, and then abusing your cock long after you’ve released your load…that sounds like a lot of fun, and I want to try it.”

She switched techniques. Still gripping my shaft, she took her left index finger and started circling the head of penis, like she had done earlier, right before she dig her nail into me. “Your head is so swollen, The tip looks like a big old mushroom. Your head looks like a different colour than your ass. This is more purple than red. Does this feel good?”

It did, and I told her so.

“Good, good.” She continued circling the head slowly with her finger. It felt incredible. She has done this to me before, but never long enough to make me come. I wondered if this time would be different. I wondered if I even could come this way. We had never tried. Mistress Gail gets impatient, especially when she’s working on me, and after a while of toying with me, she wants to see me cum, so she abandons what’s making me squirm in favour of what makes me explode.

“I’m going to wank this cock of you until you cum and then some more,” she said, as her hand slides up and down my cock. In the mirror, she looked incredible, kneeling in such an outfit and wanking my dangling cock while massaging my balls, gently taking the right testicle into her hand, squeezing it lightly, and then doing the same with the left testicle.

The feeling of her hand around my dick, and watching drove me to the edge. Before I could think, I spoke. “Mistress, I’m close.”

Immediately, she released my cock. “Not yet,” she said “Not just yet.”

Then she flicked my balls with her finger.

“Ouch,” I said, it being mildly painful.

She flicked again—harder this time.

“Mistress that hurts.”

Ignoring me, she flicked my testicles three times. I felt my stomach drop. It didn’t feel good, but she said, “Wow, I didn’t think it was possible, but your dick is actually getting harder.”

Flick-flick-flick.

“Please Mistress Gail.”

Turning to face the mirror, she smiled, and for the first time in my life, she scared me. “See, the thing is, you have nowhere to run. You can’t get out. You’re stuck. And I’m going to torture the hell out of you.”

She grabbed my dick and more pre-cum oozed out. “If that truly frightened you, then you wouldn’t be so fucking hard right now.”

I tried shaking my head. “I can’t control that.”

Frowning, but never taking her eyes off the mirror, she shook her head. “Well, that’s too bad for you.”

She held my gaze as she started pumping me again with her right hand and rubbing her open left palm against the head. It stung a little, and I felt a burning sensation in my loins, similar to when I’m about to come, but not quite the same.

Picking up speed, she said, “When I tell you to come, you better fucking come.”

She went faster, her right hand squeezing the shaft hard but pumping up-and-down quickly, while her left hand went in a fast circle, the palm never leaving the surface of my penis’ throbbing head.

“Oh, God,” I said.

“Not yet.” Faster she went.

“Please Mistress.”

“Trust me, you don’t want what comes next.”

Like I had a choice. “You’re going to make me come!”

“Now,” she said, and went even faster and harder. “Come for me now. Shoot your cum on my boots! Do it! Now!”

I loved when she told me to come. I always asked her to do that in the past, and whenever she commanded me to do so, I couldn’t resist her naughty instruction. And even though I had come twice already tonight—was it still the same night? I closed my eyes and with a grunt, I came again.

“That’s it,”Mistress Gail said, having moved her left hand to my balls to coax as much cum out of me as possible, slowing down the pace. “That’s it. That’s my big guy. That’s my boy

I opened my eyes, and she was smiling into the mirror. “Thank You Mistress” I said, and she only laughed.

My cum had shot out of me straight down onto her shiny leather boots, but she paid it no mind.

Instead, she asked me, “Is that it?”

Rubbing my balls harder, my shaft tighter, she spat at me again: “Is that it?”

“No,” I whimpered.

“No, that’s not it? You have more? I want more!” She continued her hard rubbing, and then she released my balls and started twisting my sensitive head. She yelled, “Where is it?”

“No,” I said again, this time a mere cry. “No, please stop.”

But she ignored me and rubbed the head harder, and I cried out in pain. “God, please stop Mistress Gail!”

Pumping and twisting so hard that she panted, she said, almost short of breath, “No. I’m sorry, but this is what you wanted. I’m not stopping. I’m not going to stop.”

“No.” It came out as a whisper.

“I’m sorry,

“No.”

She mocked me, then. “Ooh, does that hurt, big guy? Does that hurt, Does it hurt when I abuse your fucking little sensitive head?”

“Please,” I said, blinking away tears, embarrassed and ashamed. “Please Mistress.”

She moaned. “This is making me so happy, hearing you beg me to stop, hearing you beg me for mercy on your cock. Having complete control over you is heaven bliss slave.

“Please.”

“You can take it, honey.” She rubbed my head faster and harder, never letting up on the speed or strength. Tears flowed out of my eyes and I could barely see in the mirror any more. “You can take it, Your big, strong cock can take it, can’t it? It better, poor baby. It better be able to take it.”

Continuing her pumping, she stopped rubbing my head only to re-insert her fingernail into the slit. I jerked against the restraints, trying to get away, trying to get free of these damn bonds.

But I couldn’t.

“Nowhere to go,” she mocked. “Can’t get away, poor baby. Can’t get away from your Mistress Gail abusing your cock. Oh, no, nowhere to go.”

“Plea…please,…stop.” Wheezing now, I sounded pathetic, even to me.

Wanking my cock with her one using her other hand to squeeze my testicles, she pouted, “I want more cum. Do I have to finger you for it?” I felt like passing out.

“I don’t think I…” I trailed off and she twisted my penis.

“I. Want. More. Cum!” She dug her fingernail back in.

“Mistress…”

“Where is it?”

“Mistress, please.”

“Where’s my fucking cum?”

The pain was growing, becoming too much for me to handle. My stomach felt weak, my head felt like it was swimming in the clouds, and my cock and balls felt like they were on fire. I could hardly see any more, and I thought I was going to pass out again when I felt her forcing a dildo into my ass hole.

Vision suddenly clear, I looked into the mirror and only saw the bottom of her legs, her sexy boots with my previous load sliding down the leather toward the floor. Then I saw her left hand come into view and grab my cock, beginning to jerk me off as her right hand violated me with the dildo.

“Where’s your fucking prostate?” she barked.

Grunting, my head went back as far as it could.

“You like when I fuck you,? I figured you would. I’m going to make you come again, and it’s going to hurt like hell.”

Her left thumb flicked my penis’ head and I yelped. “God, stop this,Mistress Gail. Please.”

“I’m afraid I can’t,” she said, feigning sympathy. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but this is exactly what you wanted, and this is exactly what you’re going to get. You wanted to be dominated, and I’m dominating you. You wanted this post-orgasm torture ,and this is what you’re getting, whether you can take it or not. You wanted me to abuse your cock, and that’s exactly what you’re getting. And even though you’re afraid of getting fucked in the ass and that’s exactly what you’re getting. Now come for me again before I get really mad!”

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She found my prostate with strap-on dildo and fucked it as she pumped my poor, sensitive and raw penis, I cried out as I spurted come like a geyser, my white jizz landing on her boots, giving them a new shine.

She continued to fuck my ass. “That’s it, Come for your Mistress. Come for me, baby. Come. Come. Come.”

I came, came, came, and she was right: it hurt like fucking hell. But I came nonetheless, my body betraying me, my body loving the torment inflicted upon me by my Mistress. Yet again, tears rolled down my cheeks and onto the ground as I continued coming thanks toMistress Gail still fucking my prostate.

Feeling dirty, I shut my eyes.

Soon, she released my spent cock and extracted the dildo from my ass. Silently, she got on the ground before me, and stroked my cheek very gently. I opened my eyes.

From below me, Mistress Gail smiled.

Afraid to speak, I said nothing. She stood and began undoing my restraints, and within a minute, I was free. I stood, naked, and faced her, to be abused and used by her. She just smiled and said,

“Happy Birthday, slave.”

One I’ll never forget.