Thursday, November 10, 2016
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Education of a Pro-Dom (Cuckold Humiliation.)
I was asked to don the black leather and chains for Paul but had no idea what to expect. Paul was about 5'7" and quite demure. When I arrived, he pointed out that his wife had left a note for him that I should read. The note came with a picture of her being fucked, doggie style, by a large man...large in every way. The note detailed how she had sucked and fucked this man all afternoon and how much more satisfying he was than Paul. When I got to the end and read, "I left you a treat. You know what to do with it" I was initially a little confused.
I read the letter out loud to Paul and questioned him about this "treat." He directed me to the dresser where a dirty, FULL condom was laying. Shocked, a little repulsed but still not fully understanding, I asked him what she meant by "You know what to do with it?" Paul replied, "What do you think she means?" A million thoughts came to mind but I didn't want to say any of them out loud - too disgusting to even utter - so I raised my voice, accused him of already knowing exactly what it meant and demanded that he tell me.
He didn't want to say it out loud either but my anger was becoming apparent so he finally spit out, "maybe she wants me to eat what's in the condom?" I screamed, "DOES THAT TURN YOU ON? IS THAT THE ONLY WAY TO GET YOUR TINY LITTLE COCK UP?" Paul nodded with his eyes on the floor. I told him I wouldn't touch it and ordered him to go get the condom and bring it to the bedroom. I told him to use his free hand to drop his pants. He was definitely erect but only about four inches at most. I told him how sick to my stomach I was and that the only way to relieve me was to get "rid" of the filthy load in the condom he was holding. I wouldn't let him even touch his cock.
Instead I made him bring the condom to his lips but, once there, he paused. I would NOT tolerate ANY hesitation. "Suck that down right this fucking second before I leave and never come back." His eyes opened wide and he gasped, "No, you wouldn't really leave with me like this would you?" Without a word, I turned and charged out of the room. I was halfway through the living room when I heard a sad, muffled "Wait, I will do it." I stopped and turned in time to see Paul shuffling out of the
bedroom with his pants around his ankles, condom still held up to his lips and dick leaking on the floor. I said "DO IT THEN DAMNIT!" He gulped hard, tilted his head back and poured the contents into his mouth.
I stopped him before he could drop his hand and demanded "No, every fucking drop. I want that condom perfectly fucking clean, inside out, tongue washed." Only after he had licked it clean inside and out and presented it to me for examination did I finally let him touch his leaking, throbbing
cock. "Make it quick because I am bored as hell,". I insisted he yank it quick. "Now or never! You pulled that coy nonsense for so long that its time for me to leave. You KNEW what she wanted you to do with that condom before I even got here and you LOVE it you sick pervert. I don't have time for this. HARDER! Faster - do it NOW before I walk out the door." I screamed rapid fire behind him, almost breathing down his neck while he shook with relief. I picked up my things and left.
(For clarification purposes....the Domme is not me.)
I read the letter out loud to Paul and questioned him about this "treat." He directed me to the dresser where a dirty, FULL condom was laying. Shocked, a little repulsed but still not fully understanding, I asked him what she meant by "You know what to do with it?" Paul replied, "What do you think she means?" A million thoughts came to mind but I didn't want to say any of them out loud - too disgusting to even utter - so I raised my voice, accused him of already knowing exactly what it meant and demanded that he tell me.
He didn't want to say it out loud either but my anger was becoming apparent so he finally spit out, "maybe she wants me to eat what's in the condom?" I screamed, "DOES THAT TURN YOU ON? IS THAT THE ONLY WAY TO GET YOUR TINY LITTLE COCK UP?" Paul nodded with his eyes on the floor. I told him I wouldn't touch it and ordered him to go get the condom and bring it to the bedroom. I told him to use his free hand to drop his pants. He was definitely erect but only about four inches at most. I told him how sick to my stomach I was and that the only way to relieve me was to get "rid" of the filthy load in the condom he was holding. I wouldn't let him even touch his cock.
Instead I made him bring the condom to his lips but, once there, he paused. I would NOT tolerate ANY hesitation. "Suck that down right this fucking second before I leave and never come back." His eyes opened wide and he gasped, "No, you wouldn't really leave with me like this would you?" Without a word, I turned and charged out of the room. I was halfway through the living room when I heard a sad, muffled "Wait, I will do it." I stopped and turned in time to see Paul shuffling out of the
bedroom with his pants around his ankles, condom still held up to his lips and dick leaking on the floor. I said "DO IT THEN DAMNIT!" He gulped hard, tilted his head back and poured the contents into his mouth.
I stopped him before he could drop his hand and demanded "No, every fucking drop. I want that condom perfectly fucking clean, inside out, tongue washed." Only after he had licked it clean inside and out and presented it to me for examination did I finally let him touch his leaking, throbbing
cock. "Make it quick because I am bored as hell,". I insisted he yank it quick. "Now or never! You pulled that coy nonsense for so long that its time for me to leave. You KNEW what she wanted you to do with that condom before I even got here and you LOVE it you sick pervert. I don't have time for this. HARDER! Faster - do it NOW before I walk out the door." I screamed rapid fire behind him, almost breathing down his neck while he shook with relief. I picked up my things and left.
(For clarification purposes....the Domme is not me.)
Elections....Family Business.
My nightmare was.....
Bush 41 for 4 years.
Clinton for 8 years.
Bush 43 for 8 years.
That's 20 years total.
Had Obama not kicked Hillary's butt 8 years ago, it would maybe have gone like this.....
Hillary for 8 years.
And/or...
Jeb for 8 years.
That's 16 years.
The two totals?
36 years.
Then Bush kids or Chelsea Clinton flip back and forth for decades and we could have had a scenario where two families dominated the White House for 50 or even 100 years.
I hate political dynasties. :)
Bush 41 for 4 years.
Clinton for 8 years.
Bush 43 for 8 years.
That's 20 years total.
Had Obama not kicked Hillary's butt 8 years ago, it would maybe have gone like this.....
Hillary for 8 years.
And/or...
Jeb for 8 years.
That's 16 years.
The two totals?
36 years.
Then Bush kids or Chelsea Clinton flip back and forth for decades and we could have had a scenario where two families dominated the White House for 50 or even 100 years.
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