Love Is Obedience
It has been hard lately to keep the long-distance aspect of our relationship from interfering with the kinky side.  Although I would love to humiliate and dominate Slut, when the time we have together is limited and far between that energy just cannot be spent that way most of the time.  But we are still very much alive and kicking, and I look at pictures like this and think “soon, very very soon”.  
I’ve been working on my fitness this year and am toning up.  It feels incredibly sexy as a Mistress to feel physically stronger.  I sweat it out in the gym lifting weights and it’s grueling, but the whole time I’m imagining this scenario in my head where I pin Slut down and he realises that the tables have turned and the struggling becomes real.  Then again that’s not to underestimate the power in being able to force your Slut to try to paint your toenails without his hands. Or in having the best of both of those.
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It has been hard lately to keep the long-distance aspect of our relationship from interfering with the kinky side.  Although I would love to humiliate and dominate Slut, when the time we have together is limited and far between that energy just cannot be spent that way most of the time.  But we are still very much alive and kicking, and I look at pictures like this and think “soon, very very soon”.  

I’ve been working on my fitness this year and am toning up.  It feels incredibly sexy as a Mistress to feel physically stronger.  I sweat it out in the gym lifting weights and it’s grueling, but the whole time I’m imagining this scenario in my head where I pin Slut down and he realises that the tables have turned and the struggling becomes real.  Then again that’s not to underestimate the power in being able to force your Slut to try to paint your toenails without his hands. Or in having the best of both of those.

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The only thing I love more than my hard cock in a pair of slutty feminine panties is when I command it to twitch and it obeys its master.  I love the physical proof that my Slut belongs to me.
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The only thing I love more than my hard cock in a pair of slutty feminine panties is when I command it to twitch and it obeys its master.  I love the physical proof that my Slut belongs to me.

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Mistress and I are almost ready to start posting again after an incredibly trying couple of months. Thanking you all for your patience and messages of support. It has meant the world to us. - Posted by Slut.

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One of the best pegging videos I’ve ever seen. It shows just how loving and sensuous and beautiful sharing this kind of experience can be with a man. I’m convinced that any couple that experiments with the strap-on will eventually make it a regular part of their love-making, as I have with my hubby. It took him a while to adjust and get used to it, both physically and mentally. But he got there. He now gets the strap-on pretty regularly. And it’s now as normal an experience for him as getting a blowjob used to be.

This reminded me of Slut and I.  I’m on top, pinning him down with my weight, feeling my cock harden and press against me.  He asks permission, and when I grant it he gingerly reaches above him and reveals my breasts.  He is admiring, has forgotten to breathe for a moment.  He asks permission to touch.  I may grant it straight away, if the fabric has grazed my nipples and I feel an electrical storm of desire within my skin.  I may pause and grind my now wet pussy against him, lean in closer, give a little bounce to tease him as he stares, transfixed and hopeful.  Sit up, put my arms behind my head and pretend to think, allowing him what I consider the best view.  Tell him that I don’t need him, and play with my breasts myself.  Bite and suck my tender nipples, feel the weight, barely contain them in my hands.  Hear him moan with jealousy and longing.  Letting him know who the boss is. - Posted by Mistress.  

This reminded me of Slut and I.  I’m on top, pinning him down with my weight, feeling my cock harden and press against me.  He asks permission, and when I grant it he gingerly reaches above him and reveals my breasts.  He is admiring, has forgotten to breathe for a moment.  He asks permission to touch.  I may grant it straight away, if the fabric has grazed my nipples and I feel an electrical storm of desire within my skin.  I may pause and grind my now wet pussy against him, lean in closer, give a little bounce to tease him as he stares, transfixed and hopeful.  Sit up, put my arms behind my head and pretend to think, allowing him what I consider the best view.  Tell him that I don’t need him, and play with my breasts myself.  Bite and suck my tender nipples, feel the weight, barely contain them in my hands.  Hear him moan with jealousy and longing.  Letting him know who the boss is. 
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Slut and I both find that to post here we need to be in the right frame of mind.  At present we both have a lot on our plates and this is reflected in the frequency of posts.  However it is always lovely for us to have a look through the liked posts and find little nods to the things we’ve talked about, or even shared jokes.  Or just images one of us found incredibly sexy.  Today I found this image Slut liked recently and couldn’t help but smile.  The sexy authoritarian woman the same size as me, immaculately dressed, with a whip. Worth a thousand words and a serious consideration towards buying that skirt. - Posted by Mistress.  

Slut and I both find that to post here we need to be in the right frame of mind.  At present we both have a lot on our plates and this is reflected in the frequency of posts.  However it is always lovely for us to have a look through the liked posts and find little nods to the things we’ve talked about, or even shared jokes.  Or just images one of us found incredibly sexy.  Today I found this image Slut liked recently and couldn’t help but smile.  The sexy authoritarian woman the same size as me, immaculately dressed, with a whip. Worth a thousand words and a serious consideration towards buying that skirt. 

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Slut laced me into one of the four corsets I had recently purchased.  I chose the emerald green with black brocade and silk trim.  Standing in front of the mirror, I watched my body transform as Slut pulled the laces as tight as he could manage.  My breasts spilled from the top, my waist distinguished and firm, my hips erupting in a sensual curve.  We both ran our hands all over my body, now so powerfully sexual.  I pushed him onto the bed and straddled his face while the laces tickled my arse.  Just before orgasm I snuck a peek in the mirror behind us.  A gorgeous skinny boy with a hard cock disappeared underneath me, transformed into the most sexy, dominating version of myself I had yet seen.  All tossled hair and sensual curves and what Slut describes as a “formidable arse”.  I came with the image of us burnt in my brain.  - Posted by Mistress 

Slut laced me into one of the four corsets I had recently purchased.  I chose the emerald green with black brocade and silk trim.  Standing in front of the mirror, I watched my body transform as Slut pulled the laces as tight as he could manage.  My breasts spilled from the top, my waist distinguished and firm, my hips erupting in a sensual curve.  We both ran our hands all over my body, now so powerfully sexual.  I pushed him onto the bed and straddled his face while the laces tickled my arse.  Just before orgasm I snuck a peek in the mirror behind us.  A gorgeous skinny boy with a hard cock disappeared underneath me, transformed into the most sexy, dominating version of myself I had yet seen.  All tossled hair and sensual curves and what Slut describes as a “formidable arse”.  I came with the image of us burnt in my brain.  

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I love red-soled shoes.  A glimpse of blood red soles invokes images of sex, lust, violence and power.  It is always important to consider what Slut will see when I order him to lick my shoes.  If the sole is boring I will not buy a pair of shoes. - Posted by Mistress. 

I love red-soled shoes.  A glimpse of blood red soles invokes images of sex, lust, violence and power.  It is always important to consider what Slut will see when I order him to lick my shoes.  If the sole is boring I will not buy a pair of shoes. 

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This reminded me of Slut so much that I almost tried to lick the cock through the screen.- Posted by Mistress 

This reminded me of Slut so much that I almost tried to lick the cock through the screen.

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Slut once ran me a bath and knelt by the side, bringing me to orgasm with his skillful hands again and again.  Although I didn’t squirt, which was why he had run the bath, I somehow managed to have a great time anyway. - Posted by Mistress.  

Slut once ran me a bath and knelt by the side, bringing me to orgasm with his skillful hands again and again.  Although I didn’t squirt, which was why he had run the bath, I somehow managed to have a great time anyway.
 
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She took a moment to think of what punishment would be suitable.  Kneeling on the floor, Slut’s mind was racing.  The task had seemed simple, albeit humiliating enough to effect his heart and her cock.  Sitting at the secretary’s desk, the plug in his ass, he set to work on the ancient typewriter, his fingers awkward on the unfamiliar equipment.  The room filled with the sound of slow clunking as he tried to concentrate on his task, and when the scroll clicked back into its original place, he read the first line. "I am a dirty slut.  I am a dirty slut.  I am a dirty slut.  I am a dirty slut.  I am a dirty slut." 
She leant over him to read it, and her cock twitched as he felt her weight sandwiching him between her and the desk.  Her hands ran over his exposed back, down to the black stockings he had pulled up to his thighs.  ”Very good” she had cooed in his ear, and he had felt a surge of joy at having pleased his Mistress.  The task would be accomplished soon, he reasoned.
  He had forgotten just who he was dealing with.  She stood up and walked to the other side of the desk, then leant over.  He could not help but stare in lust at the breasts barely contained by her emerald green corset, now spilling out in a spectacular view.  She let him admire her for a time until her commanding voice broke the spell, and he quickly set to typing the next line she had requested. 
"I am a filthy slut.  I am a filthy slut.  I am a filthy slut.  I am a filthy slut.  I am a filthy slut." He looked up for more instructions and then realised the enormity of his task.  She had removed her underwear and freed her breasts.  Sitting directly opposite him, his Mistress had extended her legs rested them on the table the typewriter sat on, her long heels alone enough to drive his mind to distraction.  From her feet his eyes followed the shape of her legs underneath the stockings, taking in the view of her spread out, a hand gracefully snaking down to tentatively tease her clit as she barked out the next line.  "I am a horny slut."  He looked up and let out an involuntary moan as she inserted her first finger, her other hand holding her ample breast to her mouth so her tongue could dart out and lick it.  She let it fall when she could not hear the typewriter at work and reprimanded him as she inserted another finger.  "If you don’t hurry up my Slut, there will be no lunch break for this naughty secretary.  And since lunch is my pussy, I would get writing if I were you."
He tapped furiously, and his frustration overwhelmed him as he had to fix a stuck key.  Mistress was pleasuring herself furiously now, squirming in her chair as her fingers darted in and out at a blur.  Slut could feel her cock start to leak and he typed as fast as he could, overcome with desperation.  As soon as she heard the sound of the typewriter stop she barked “I am a pathetic slut!”This time he could not even look at the keys.  His lust was all-consuming as he watched his Mistress squirm in the chair fucking herself with her fingers, biting her lip and meeting his gaze with a mocking glint in her eye.  He finished the line and looked imploringly at her.  "I am a desperate slut"
He barely managed to withhold a whinging moan.  His body was quivering with anticipation and his mind was overtaken with the need to touch and taste his Mistress.  He was desperate, she was right about that.  That she could control him this way, make him do these things, was testament to that. "Lunchtime, slut."He pushed back the chair immediately and crawled underneath the desk, burying himself in between her thighs.  She held a handful of his hair and pushed him hard against her, her hips bucking and grinding against his face, her orgasm overtaking her before Slut even needed to come up for air.  He licked her juices from her thighs while she came down and slowly worked his way back to her clit, before bringing her to orgasm again.  This time she pulled him back by his hair afterwards and instructed him to kneel on the other side of the room.  He watched her stand and adjust her corset, then put her underwear back on. Then she walked behind the desk and leaned over to read the piece of paper.  She shook her head and sighed.  Two errors. She would have to punish him. - Posted by Mistress.

She took a moment to think of what punishment would be suitable.  Kneeling on the floor, Slut’s mind was racing.  The task had seemed simple, albeit humiliating enough to effect his heart and her cock.  Sitting at the secretary’s desk, the plug in his ass, he set to work on the ancient typewriter, his fingers awkward on the unfamiliar equipment.  The room filled with the sound of slow clunking as he tried to concentrate on his task, and when the scroll clicked back into its original place, he read the first line. 

"I am a dirty slut.  I am a dirty slut.  I am a dirty slut.  I am a dirty slut.  I am a dirty slut." 

She leant over him to read it, and her cock twitched as he felt her weight sandwiching him between her and the desk.  Her hands ran over his exposed back, down to the black stockings he had pulled up to his thighs.  ”Very good” she had cooed in his ear, and he had felt a surge of joy at having pleased his Mistress.  The task would be accomplished soon, he reasoned.

  He had forgotten just who he was dealing with.  She stood up and walked to the other side of the desk, then leant over.  He could not help but stare in lust at the breasts barely contained by her emerald green corset, now spilling out in a spectacular view.  She let him admire her for a time until her commanding voice broke the spell, and he quickly set to typing the next line she had requested. 


"I am a filthy slut.  I am a filthy slut.  I am a filthy slut.  I am a filthy slut.  I am a filthy slut." 

He looked up for more instructions and then realised the enormity of his task.  She had removed her underwear and freed her breasts.  Sitting directly opposite him, his Mistress had extended her legs rested them on the table the typewriter sat on, her long heels alone enough to drive his mind to distraction.  From her feet his eyes followed the shape of her legs underneath the stockings, taking in the view of her spread out, a hand gracefully snaking down to tentatively tease her clit as she barked out the next line.  

"I am a horny slut."  He looked up and let out an involuntary moan as she inserted her first finger, her other hand holding her ample breast to her mouth so her tongue could dart out and lick it.  She let it fall when she could not hear the typewriter at work and reprimanded him as she inserted another finger.  

"If you don’t hurry up my Slut, there will be no lunch break for this naughty secretary.  And since lunch is my pussy, I would get writing if I were you."

He tapped furiously, and his frustration overwhelmed him as he had to fix a stuck key.  Mistress was pleasuring herself furiously now, squirming in her chair as her fingers darted in and out at a blur.  Slut could feel her cock start to leak and he typed as fast as he could, overcome with desperation.  As soon as she heard the sound of the typewriter stop she barked “I am a pathetic slut!”

This time he could not even look at the keys.  His lust was all-consuming as he watched his Mistress squirm in the chair fucking herself with her fingers, biting her lip and meeting his gaze with a mocking glint in her eye.  He finished the line and looked imploringly at her.  

"I am a desperate slut"

He barely managed to withhold a whinging moan.  His body was quivering with anticipation and his mind was overtaken with the need to touch and taste his Mistress.  He was desperate, she was right about that.  That she could control him this way, make him do these things, was testament to that. 

"Lunchtime, slut."

He pushed back the chair immediately and crawled underneath the desk, burying himself in between her thighs.  She held a handful of his hair and pushed him hard against her, her hips bucking and grinding against his face, her orgasm overtaking her before Slut even needed to come up for air.  He licked her juices from her thighs while she came down and slowly worked his way back to her clit, before bringing her to orgasm again.  This time she pulled him back by his hair afterwards and instructed him to kneel on the other side of the room.  He watched her stand and adjust her corset, then put her underwear back on.

 Then she walked behind the desk and leaned over to read the piece of paper.  She shook her head and sighed.  Two errors. She would have to punish him.

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A Fantasy.

I apologize in advance for my amateurish writing, but better shared than un-shared.

I had been kneeling for ten minutes looking at the bed in front of me. The room smelled faintly of her perfume and was filled with boxes the contents of which I could only guess at. She had invited me over for dinner but included a solitary “winking smiley” at the end of her message, which usually indicated something other than food was on her mind.

As per her instructions, I was prepared. I had not eaten all day, masturbated in the week leading up and had slowly that morning worked her favourite butt plug into my ass, knot by agonising knot until it sat completely in. I was confident I had fulfilled her criteria but still my mind raced over anything I had forgotten, checking her message was out of the question as her “no phones or any other distractions” directive was strictly enforced.

I thought back to the message and tried my best to read it aloud in my head.

"If Slut wants to have any hope of relief this month he will arrive shaved clean, hungry, horny and with a full ass."

Shaved, hungry, horny and filled. Was that all? My heart began to race. Internally, I was a panic. Nervousness overtook and I began to bite my lower lip in an attempt to concentrate but then all thought was interrupted by the click of heels on the stairs. The noise reverberated in my mind, deafeningly. My heart surged as the doorknob turned.

"Eyes down!" came her voice from the other side of the door. Her words drew such force with me that I looked at the carpet without even processing her command. I heard the door swing open and felt her presence in the room. She walked in front of me and stood between me and the bed. I saw two black leather pumps with gargantuan heels from which two off white nylon stockings rose upward. They were fresh stockings, spotless and brilliantly white, her legs entranced me and in combination with the faint smell of fresh leather I sat transfixed by the few inches of her body I could see. Her hand ran through my hair breaking my concentration, she toyed with it playfully, instinctively I sharply breathed in. She leaned over and whispered to me that I should save that for once we get going. A kiss was then planted on my left cheek, her smell was incredible and I was certain that there was now a kiss mark on my cheek. Had this been my first time I may have considered this sweet, but I knew now that she was marking me. The rep lips on my face meant that I was her slut and hers alone.

I heard the bed sag as she sat back on it and watched one of the white clad legs disappear as she crossed her legs. “Eye contact!” she barked at me. Again, my neck snapped back without me thinking. The control her voice had over me when I was aroused was incredible.

The thigh length stockings met with a black garter belt, which in turn met with a black corset that displayed her breasts in a way that made my chest tighten. She was made up perfectly with dark red lipstick accentuating her lips and her powerful gaze made me want to whimper. I held my tongue. The thought that that lipstick was now on the side of my face invaded my mind, I blushed the same colour and looked back at the floor.”Eye contact!’ she repeated, a tinge of frustration in her voice, “If it’s too much for you to look at me, you can leave”. I shook my head and met her gaze again. Stupid.

She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, an brief glimpse of her panties seared into my mind. They were black, no time to make out any other detail.

"Shirt!" she ordered. My hands were already at the hems before I even thought about anything. I removed my shirt and folded it in front of me. It was slightly cold in the room so my nipples were erect, she giggled at this."Excited?" she asked, I knew better than to answer. "Jeans!" she said in the manner of someone speaking to a young child, I hesitated, "Jeans!" she repeated harshly. I rose from my kneeling position and undid my belt and pants, a devilish smile appeared on my goddess’ face, I let the pants drop to the floor so they sat at my ankles. I was wearing a pair of purple silky girls panties, her cock protruded obscenely from the left side and my balls were barely covered by the silk. "Naaaaaaaaw" she cooed, I burned bright red. "Look at you, I know I asked you to wear these but you seriously went through with it? You are such a slut.", with each syllable of her insult her cock bobbed and twitched. "I mean, look at you." she laughed "You wore girls panties for a week just so you could have one lousy orgasm? Pathetic". She stood up and placed her hand on my balls, the sensation of feeling her through the silk was incredible. "Firm" she commented, then with a smirk she squeezed my balls in her palm, the pain shot through me and I doubled over so that my forehead landed on her shoulder. She whispered into my ear, "You’re a whore, you will do anything to be allowed to cum. Tell me what you did this week on my request?", In my frazzled state I just blurted it out, the panties, the chastity, the butt plug. "Repeat after me: I am a pathetic, dirty whore who will do anything to be allowed to cum. Up to and including, filling my ass with what ever I am told to and wearing pretty girl panties". I repeated verbatim, she let go, the pain subsided, the system works.

"See, now I on the other hand can have an orgasm whenever I like, in fact…" she shot me a look, in this instant there was no one else alive, just me and her. "I’m going to have one now, eyes on my fingernails slut". She had me get on my hands and knees facing her, then her left hand slid over her corset, playing and tugging at her breasts, her right one slid two fingers down between her legs and out of my sight. I focused on the left hand, her dark red fingernails stood out against the black of her corset and she began to grope herself with further intensity. Eventually she reached down the front of her corset and pinched at her heaving breasts. Her face began to contort and tense, her whole body bucked and she began to squeek and squeel before her whole body stopped moving and her lips parted back to reveal her entire set of teeth. She inhaled sharply and then exhaled in a forceful shudder. Her head fell forwards and her hair covered her face, blocking it from my view.

Without a word she composed herself and stood up. Extending her right hand to my face so that her index and middle finger rested millimetres away from my nostrils. I made motion to lick her fingers as I had done before but she pulled them away sharply so that her hand now ran parralell to her face. Looking at me, she shook her head and then one by one she licked her fingers clean. My heart sank, no treat for today. “Hungry?” she enquired in a tone that made me think deeply about my answer, I settled on the affirmative and she walked around behind me. My ass broke out in goosebumps at the pure idea that she was looking at it.

Her hands groped and pulled at my ass, her fingernails digging into it, I closed my eyes this was heaven. “Spread!” she ordered. Again I hesitated. “Put your face on the floor and spread your ass” she repeated in a patronising tone. I moved my right hand to the corresponding cheek and slowly moved my face to the floor. Then I moved my left hand to the left cheek and spread. The butt plug slid out a few centimetres. Mistress squatted behind me and I felt her breath on my back. “Whore” she said coldly “legs further apart”. I strained and managed to get my knees a bit further apart, my thighs began to burn, she spoke again “Did you put this plug in for me?”. I attempted a nod. “Yes?” she mocked, another of my pathetic nods answered, a surge of pain hit me. She had slapped my ass hard. “No! Do not lie to me slut. You put this plug in for you. You like the way it fills you. I’ll bet you moaned when you put it in. Did you moan like a woman slut?” I whimpered and nodded in an attempt to avoid another strike on my already stinging ass. “Moan for me” she spat and began working the butt plug back into my ass. Involuntarily, I began moaning like a grade one whore. She giggled. I burned red.

To be continued…

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I want to reduce you to this.

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