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Well, I was a-walkin' down the street just a-havin' a think.
When this snake of a guy gave me an evil wink.
He shook-a me up, he took me by surprise.
He had a pick-up truck and the Devil's eyes.
He stared at me and I felt the change.
Time meant nothin', never would again.

Choking plastic desires

I am a plastic lover, PVC and rubber, but recently, I have found myself into a dream of choking or breathe play desires, its so hot as I tend to zip up and seal my CO2,  sweating inside a bag as I try to lick everything on her., twisting as such a worm! I pose naked and harmless almost choking to death and no Oxygen admission coming out form the outside world beyong a plastic and CO2 nap allow me. I dream of her fully dressed form head to toe, from the top to the bottom civered al in black and so hot  rubberdoll. And when the time's to finish she unzips that intoxicating CO2 back so wet and defenseless, that I wan to share a sweet piss drink! I put my mouth way up to her Vagina waiting for that golden drink to taste, oh!!!  It drives me so, so, so crazy!!! When the time comes to her, I feed her with some white milk and a all of that golden wine I offer her just to taste hmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!! So Crazy. After our share, She finally puts me back into that bag and zips my CO2 nap, so nasty that I can´t hold my self to put myself into that bag, although she is just an illusion. I pray for my blue days end when I finally know she's real and she's waiting for me so she becomes my real partner lifetime!

I play 6 times per week -two hours a-day!

Waiting for someone to meet, as real as I am!

The Club:)

I walked quickly past the doorman after I kissed him on the cheek as he drew back the rope holding the crowd of club goers at bay.  This was the club that was always so hard to get into, the one that you had to know someone to get in, the one that behind closed doors offered untold numbers of naughty sexual fantasies for the taking.  My pulse quickened with anticipation as I thought about the carnal pleasures that were in store.  I rubbed my hands over my sleeveless silk red blouse and found that my nipples were hard and beckoning to come out and play.  I could feel the throb of the beat as I ushered down the corridor to the dance floor where I started to plot who I would and wouldn't fondle.  Scanning the crowd I saw a bevy of sensuous bodies undulating and grinding, sweat dripping, the hair on the back of my neck was standing on end.

A beautiful bar maid walked up to me offering body shots.  "Only if I can lick the salt off of you" I said licking my lips.  She smiled slyly and offered her chest form me to lick.  I drew close drinking in her perfume, I licked her breast and dumped some salt on it.  I then took a lemon and placed it in her teeth between her fuck-me red lips.  I handed her a ten, slammed the shot, licked the salt from her breast and kissed her on the lips taking the lemon wedge.  She leaned in and said "thank you, won't you come with me to the VIP lounge, I have just the crowd for you."  Intrigued I answered yes, and followed her like a lost puppy.

We went up an open spiral staircase by the dance floor and into a large dimly lit room.  I looked around to see what I had gotten my self into.  There were couples everywhere in varying levels of nudity.  This was the fetish room I had heard so much about.  In the corner furthest was a woman with large round breasts pleasuring herself with a dildo while her male companion sliding his dick in and out of her mouth.  Sitting next to them was a pair of lesbians with one groping the others breast while they watched the couple perform.  To my left was a woman on her hands and knees in full dress being nailed doggy style by her male companion.

My cheeks were all flushed now as I continued to look at each of the exhibitionists.  I walked up to the bar and found myself standing next to a man with a rugged chiseled face and a Rolex to match.  He had a beautiful buxom brunette holding his hand.  She was also scanning the room with wild anticipation.  He reached down and whispered something in her ear as I ordered a drink from the bartender.  The waitress that had invited me to the room was adding more drinks and lemon wedges to her tray.  She wandered back over to me and said "enjoy the party, I might stop in again to see how you made out."  I reached out and hugged her telling her thank you and she snuck a little peck on my lips.  "Please do return," I said with lust in my eyes.  She smiled and turned taking her tray of drinks and floated out of the room.

I turned back to pay the bartender but he said, "this one is compliments of the gentleman next to you."  I took the drink and turned with a smile and said "thank you, I am Julian."  He responded "you're welcome, I am Kendrick and this is my wife Isabel, it is a pleasure to meet you."  "Likewise" I said. 

Isabel was a stunning beauty with full lips, electric blue eyes, and a body that only a gym could produce.  She was eying me with lust in her eyes.  She moved in closer to check me out.  "I have never been with a woman before she said as she took my hand."  My heart was positively jumping out of my chest at this time.  "Will you join me and my husband in the booth, I'd like to spend some time with you."  I was positively wet, I swear I could feel my cum dripping down my leg.  I nodded yes and she led me to a booth in the corner.

"You don't mind sitting between us do you?" Isabel asked as we reached our destination.  "Not at all, this is my first time with a couple, I am very flattered thank you."  Isabel sat on my left and Kendrick sat on my right.  Isabel placed her hand on my thigh and slid it up between my legs.  She reached her other hand behind my neck and began to kiss me.  Her lips were so soft, I opened my mouth and began to French-kiss her.  She had grabbed my lacy underwear and pulled them down and over my knees where they dropped to my ankles.  I placed my hand on her breast and began to pinch her nipple through her top.  Her husband reached over us and slid his wife’s strap off her shoulder exposing her ample breast.  Completely inflamed at this time I took her breast in my hand and began to suckle her nipple.  She was moaning, I slipped the other strap off of her shoulder and fondled her other breast.  I changed positions on the seat climbing up onto my knees.  I coaxed her legs up and around me while I moved down between her legs.  I found that she wasn't wearing any underwear, was completely hairless (thank God), and smelled delicious.  I began by spreading her lips apart, licking her hood, and working my fingers into her vagina.  She started to moan.

Kendrick pulled up my skirt revealing my ass and began to poke his fingers into my snatch.  He pulled something out of his pocket, lubed it, and pressed it into my ass.  It was a small vibrating plug as I found out when he turned it on.  He continued to finger fuck me while I performed cunnilingus on Isabel.  Then he got up behind me and teased my crevasse with the head of his long thick cock.  He had apparently been jerking off watching me play with his wife.  He then pushed it in a little at first, then half way, and then probed in the full length of his shaft as I felt his balls slap up against me.  I paused to moan and heard Isabel say "Fuck her good babe."  She lifted my head up away from her groin and watched my expressions while Kendrick began to pound me like a relentless jackhammer.

Isabel grabbed a vibrator out of her hand bag and lubed it up before she probed it into her vagina.  She then began to grope my breasts which had popped out of the dainty top I was wearing.  I felt an electric pulse through out my body and could feel my skin flush.  I was cumming so hard.  I heard him start to moan and new he was about ready to dump his load.  He pulled out and I turned around and accepted his cock in my mouth to finish him off.  He came so much that I could barely keep it in my mouth.  After he pulled his dick out of my mouth Isabel began kissing me vigorously to lap up any cum I hadn't swallowed.  There I was having the best sex of my life and then a thought occurred to me.  Will I ever get to experience this again?

Lady Godiva

Company Ink:) Chapter 1

I entered the corridor of cubicles on my way to my office. I caught her flawless form lurking near Jones’ cubicle skimming over a memo. A few blonde strands of her hair fell forward from behind her ear and hung teasingly over her breasts. My eyes fondled her frame down to the vicious four-and-a-half inch black ankle strap stilettos that hugged her feet. She is the executive assistant for the company’s CEO, and frankly, I don’t want to lose my job over a sexual harassment complaint, but she enflames me so deeply. As I approached I could smell her perfume, I momentarily closed my eyes to commit it to memory. Little did I know her eyes shifted to watch me as I passed her, a slight blush warmed her cheeks. Hold it together I thought as I entered my glass walled office and shut the door.

I dumped my briefcase on my desk and turned to my armoire. My pulse was racing and I could feel the heat welling up in my face. I took off my suit jacket tossing it on my leather sofa and switched on my fan. The gentle breeze rippled my silk blouse. I looked down and could see my nipples were standing up and saying hello. I closed my eyes and imagined her in those stilettos, a trousseau, and nothing else posed seductively on my bed with the last rays of sunlight licking her breasts. I took in a deep cleansing breath as I imagined running my hands along her calves to her knees as I gently spread them apart. The sun kissed her hair-free ova. I pressed closer just inches from her soft glossed lips. I could once again smell her perfume.

Knock, knock… I exhaled and opened my eyes and turned quickly to see my assistant poke her head into my office. “Your meeting is in five minutes,” she said. “Thank you,” I told her and I walked around to sit at my desk and bask in the forbidden fantasy. When I opened my eyes I gazed along the edges of my desk. To the left of my laptop was a picture of a man, the one I loved, the one I married and remained faithful to all these years. But I’m straight I thought as I searched for some way to legitimize my fantasy. Why does she make me feel so erotic?

The meeting went well I thought as I returned to my office to arrange a few more presentations. I had no sooner reached my office when I saw her sneaking a peek at me. A smile began to curl my lip and I ducked into my office to drown myself with management stuff. My assistant came back into my office for me to finalize the afternoon appointments. I was going to miss lunch again and I had a last minute appointment scheduled at 5:30 after everyone would be gone. My assistant assured me that the client was unable to set the appointment earlier, but since the client had needed to reschedule three times already I was willing to bend my schedule a bit.

5:00 rolled around and I was busy freshening up so I could prepare for the last presentation. Everyone was on there way out including my assistant who smiled and waved as she passed my glass office. I dialed my home and waited for my husband to answer. “Hi Mom,” it was Mia my daughter, “Dad just called, he is picking up dinner.” “I had a late appointment sweet-pie, I’ll be an hour late coming home.” “Oh, that’s dad on my cell Mom, I’ll tell him about your meeting, see you when you get home, Love you Mom.” “Love you too.”

I checked my skirt in the mirror in my armoire and coaxed a sprits of perfume onto my chest. A knock at my door told me that the client had arrived but as I turned around there she stood in her stilettos, a trousseau, and nothing else. “I am your 5:30 appointment,” she said as she walked gracefully towards me. My chest began to burn lustfully. I was speechless, I wanted to touch her, taste her, pleasure her.

As she approached I placed my hands on her hips not believing she was there in front of me. She ran her soft hands over my breasts and up to my neck where she grabbed the back of my head. She brought her soft lips to mine and pressed her tongue into my mouth. I ran my hands over her taught round ass and up her back causing her to press her pelvis into mine. She began to unzip my skirt while making out with me sensuously... I slipped off my blouse and pressed my breasts up against hers. I then fondled her succulent nipples. She moaned and tore off my bra and began to grope my breasts. I was so wet I felt like I’d have to peel my panties off of me. I was so horny that I knocked everything off of my desk and set her spread eagle in the middle of it. I climbed on top of her and teased her nipples with a suckle, a few nibbles, and a few pinches causing her to writhe erotically. I moved down to nestle my tongue over her hood and she reached over and pulled on my thigh motioning my ass towards her face. I gladly offered her my clit for a face party and she buried her tongue in my crevasse. I was so hot I could barely focus. I lowered my head between her supple thighs and pushed back her hood to tickle her clit while I tickled her vaginal opening with my fingers. As my tongue curled and undulated around her clit I entered her vagina with my fingers over and over. Her pelvis curled forward and her vagina began to flutter around my fingers. I could feel her body begin to shudder. Oh, such a wonderful feeling; I was beginning to experience it myself as she had zeroed in on the right spot. I felt the heat of my body intensify and an electric pulse shot through my skin as my pelvis curled forward, my vagina fluttered, and I shuddered in ecstasy.

Lady Godiva

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Bacon flavored pussy....!!!

So Melody and I checked into the Marriott on Saturday to attend the Alter Ego Fetish Party.... and boy did we have fun.   So next morning we ordered breakfast delivered to the room..... poached eggs, bacon, hash browns, jucie..... usual fair.   So I'm eating breakfast and the bacon was delicious.  And I get this idea..... and take a strip of bacon and place it between Melody's pussy lips... she has luscuous large ones.    We finish eating breakfast of course... and then I go for my usual after meal dessert.... pussy... of course.     And boy was that the most delicious pussy I have ever eaten...!!!

BACON  FLAVORED  PUSSSY....!!!! 

Female Domination

The Girl in the Silver Sequin Mask

“Lie down here, darling,” Claire demanded softly, smoothing the empty space on the bed next to her with her gloved palm.  She was still wearing the silver sequined mask. It covered the top of her face, eyeholes open to accentuate her almond-shaped hazel eyes and full, glistening pink lips.

Inside the suite, the atmosphere was a syrupy mix of sin, shame and fear.

A tightly drawn white sheet covered the queen-size hotel bed. She had tossed aside the white duvet and fluffy down pillows, which lay now on the blue and red paisley faux-Oriental fringed carpet. The bedroom of my suite had the slightly shabby, but still opulent texture of Old World elegance. It was posh, as tastefully appointed as the parlor sitting room. Heavy, deeply hued teal velour draperies backed by gauzy white muslin sheers promised hushed seclusion. The draperies were drawn nearly shut, leaving just enough space between their scalloped edges to allow a sliver of the multicolored lights refracted by the light drizzle from the boats in the marina to penetrate the room, a mere hint of the world outside. 

Mounted on the damask floral wallpaper to the left of the bed was a fine quality reproduction of Turner’s romantic portrait of Maria Bricknell, the love of his life. Above the tufted headboard was a rarely seen Fragonard in a gilded rococo frame - his radiant depiction of voluptuous night spreading her veils.  It was illuminated by a brass picture light. A pair of Monet’s soft lily ponds hung in the vestibule between the two rooms.

It was a charming bedroom, furnished with an overstuffed Queen Anne wing chair and ottoman, both upholstered in drawing room chintz, and a single Louis VI fauteuil dressed in silky vivid crimson imprinted with dainty scalloped seashells. One could imagine it embracing the king’s powerful mistress, Mdme. de Pompadour swanning in languorous repose, a porcelain cup of her favorite orange blossom tea poised at her lips – the glorious mamans-putain, mother whore, as she was called by the King’s children.

A pair of carved mahogany Empire inlaid side tables of simulated rosewood served as bedside nightstands. A tall burnished oak armoire hid the television. Small porcelain lamps with pleated, buff-colored silk shades suffused the bedroom with a honey-amber light.

Claire had turned the lamps down to their lowest level of illumination…all except the picture light above the Fragonard, which glinted off the gilded picture frame to highlight the gold in her hair and sparkle the sequined faillettess of the silver mask.

The furnishings were reproductions, of course, elevated kitsch. But still, the sophisticated ambiance was anomalous in Florida. It was quintessentially European in a place where Pez colors and architectural simulations reigned supreme.  Nestled in a grove of Sabal palms on the bank of the river in a gentrified neighborhood of the city, the chic boutique hotel would have been at ease in a Florentine palazzo or a hidden flat in a Belgravia mews or facing the Jardin du Luxenbourg in Paris. Very private; very exclusive.

Claire’s voice rarely rose above a whisper, inviting intimacy, a purr promising confidentiality.  But intimidating.

The mask shined. Slowly, teasingly, she removed her black kidskin gloves and I saw that her long and slender, perfectly formed fingers were tipped by gracefully manicured nails in the French style, a bit of white extending past the polish, the color of the most delicate pink rose.  She leaned on one elbow, a menacing odalisque. Her long shapely legs, caressed by the finest smoky black silken stockings from Falke – a delicate vine of embroidered petals climbing each of their Cuban heels and running up their darker seams to their lace tops -- stretched out from beneath the sleek black latex sheath that caressed and embraced her lithe body.

The latex shined. Its haltered bodice lifted and framed her small plump breasts, sheltering them coquettishly by a spray of black filigree lace. The glossy sheath corseted her tightly.  It was laced from hip to breast by a long, pink cord loosely tied in a feminine bow. The juxtaposition of the fragile pink cord against the threat of the dangerously immaculate sheen of the black latex might have been a hint of mercy, if there were any to be had. But there was none.

To Be Continued…

Visit to CD club in London

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Going to CD Club

CindyUSA

Cindyusa58@yhoo.co

Rubbing my hands up and down my smooth body provides a fresh sensation. My brand-new outfits neatly laid on the bed, everything I needed to be Cindy, stocking, panties, suspenders, bra, skirt, blouse, and bar with silicone fake breasts, wig and makeup. When a woman dresses up, they take a long time I now can understand why. The stockings went on first, rolling them down in my hands, and subsequently sliding my toes into the smooth material. I unrolled them over the heel, up to the calf, over the knee up my thigh; I could feel the silky sensation sliding against my freshly shaved legs. The stockings were self-supporting, but I still wanted the sexy look by adding the suspenders. Sheer black stockings, black suspenders, I looked sexy. Next, I slipped on the ruffle ruby French cut panties. The black and scarlet were colors looking hot and sexy on me. Putting the bra on was a challenge. After a few failed attempts to put on the bra and fasten it in the back, I remember seeing my wife put on a bra. She would put it on backwards, fastening the hooks then twisting the bra around then slipping the straps up and over onto the shoulders.

Dressed in my red ruffle French cut panties, I was ready to meet several men who all would be willing to treat me like a slut. Putting on the black dress I then looked in the mirror. When dressed, I was not bad looking from the neck down. In the past I had only applied makeup once with the results not impressive. Since my first attempt at applying makeup I had reviewed many YouTube videos about transsexual putting on makeup. I now had a better understanding make up application. For the last week, I have been taking care of the skin on my face by cleaning, toning and moisturizing. I made sure my face was clean allowing the makeup to work the best. I applied a concealer under my eyes, and around my nose. Especially important was the application of the concealer to cover up the beard. Following up, I applied a base or foundation which closely matches my skin tone. I use a power puff to place a light dusting of powder to hold the foundation in place.

To lighten up my eyes I start with the eyeliner (for me this is the most difficult). Then I clean up my eyebrows, filling in any holes, and finally apply eye shadow and mascara. I applied a light dusting of blush, working my way down to the lips. My lips had a gorgeous shimmer after application of lipstick and lip-gloss.

I place my wig snugly on my head. My wig groomed short on the sides and long in the back, with a part in the middle. I selected this wig because it allowed some of the hair to drape over my face hiding my manly features. It took me a little over two hours to go from Roger, straight average man to Cindy, cross-dressing, sexy slut.

My first date was scheduled to arrive at 5 PM. I say my date because I had posted a message on Craigslist, with several men responding all wanting to meet a CD. I guess my post was a little suggestive letting everyone knew I was an easy lay. At five PM, my phone rang, it was Greg a Rugby player who was calling from the lobby. I told him my room number.

I had exchanged many emails with Greg, who admitted he considered himself straight. He said he was not interested in meeting a man. He said the idea of  having sex with a man would make him physically ill. He told me he had met one cross-dresser, which rocked his world. Greg had contacted me for his second transsexual meet. I checked my makeup, yes I was passable in a dark room.  I turned off all the lights except the one in the bathroom. There was a knock at the door; my heart rate increased; I worked hard to dress perfect for Greg; I hoped he would approve. I opened the door allowing Greg to enter my room. I only saw a picture of his cock and not one of his face. He was handsome, clean-shaven, square jaw, with a Kirk Douglas dimple and dark-blue eyes. He wore tight jeans and a Ruby striped shirt. The Rugby shirt was tight in the shoulders showing large biceps and back muscles. I was gathering in Greg's looks as he walked into the room. I sat on the bed and Greg sat one of the chairs. Sitting on the bed I allowed my short skirt to slide up my leg showing my stocking with a suspend strap. I inhaled to increase my bust and tucked in my tummy.

I started the conservation by saying, "Greg it is nice to meet you after all our emails. I seem to know much about you."

Greg said, "Cindy you are just like your pictures, attractive and sexy." His eyes were not looking at my eyes but my chest, men.

I said, "Greg, I bet you say to all the gurls you meet," pretending to be blushing.

I said in my best female voice, "Greg Sweetie, I have been waiting to meet you since your first email. Your picture was a turn on, and I wanted to dress up just the way you asked me too." I pulled up my skirt to show off my stockings and suspenders, but not enough to show my ruffle panties. "Do you like my outfit Sweetie?" I walk towards Greg, straddle one of his legs, and slowly rub him between his legs. At the same time, I move my hand over my body, from my hips up to my breast then to my mouth where I suck my fingers. Greg hands rested in his lap, trying to hide his growing hardness. I leaned forward putting my hands on his shoulders and letting my lips lightly kiss his neck moving to his ears.

From our emails, he told me he did not want to kiss on the lips, but the neck and ears were erogenous zones and a good place to start to tune on a man. Greg's hands react instantly and reach up to run up from my hips to my tits. My fake tits do feel real to him. I wished they were real, so I could feel the excitement as Greg fell them. He felt my fake raised, nipple and thinking they were real he to pulled me close to suck them through my blouse. I would have loved my breasts to be real to respond to his touch.

At this point I was glad that Greg liked me and the way I was dressed.  I stood turning around showing him my rear as he grabs one cheek then the other. I moved my hip in a rocking motion and enjoyed feeling his hands slip down to my legs lifting my skirt. His hand rubbing up and down the inside of my legs was definitely a turn-on for me. He pulls me back causing me to sit on his lap. I move my arse in circular movements giving Greg a pleasurable lap dance. I could feel his hardness rubbing my thighs as, we both became aroused. I like to be obedient and let the man decide what we do. Assuming the position of compliance, on my knees in front of a man, what he does next is up to him, I give him full control.

Greg opens his legs allowing one hand to rub his bulge. I took my hands placing them on each knee then slides them up on the inside his thighs as I reach closer to his now stiff dick. Greg reclines in the chair with his head looking at the ceiling; I got the feeling he wanted to get a blowjob, but did not want to watch a guy in drag do the deed.

My hands moved to his belt, then to his zipper.  Unzipping his pants I discovered he was not wearing any underwear. I reached my hand into his pants to feeling his cock. It was big, warm, silky to the touch, and getting hard in my hand. I pulled his dick out, tying not to bend his erection. Freeingnhis dick reveled an impressive example of male manhood. I am always surprised when I see a man's dick for the first time. His dick was large, uncut, thick and smooth. I tugged on his pants as he lifts his legs allowing me to pull them down to his knees. He was still not looking at me. I kissed the inside of his thigh, then the other thigh. I held his cock in my hands as my mouth kissed one ball, next the other. My kissing turned into licking each ball and finally sucking one then the other into my mouth. I use my tongue to massage then tickle them.

Being a good cock sucker requirered taking your time and enjoying what you were doing. If you enjoyed sucking  man’s cock, most likely the man owning the cock will enjoy receiing. I lightly touched his cock to my mouth, kissed, then licked his shaft moving to his glad head. I had only sucked a few uncut cocks but found them to be a unique experience. I read the foreskin was sensitive, and I decided to test and see how sensitive Greg's foreskin was. I licked his foreskin at the top of his dick; then pulled back his foreskin exposing his glan head. Greg gave a little moan. I kissed and sucked the tip of his dick.  Greg opened his legs wide allowing me to move closer.  Opening my mouth I kissed his dick and glan head.  Taking him into my warm, wet mouth. I rubbed my tongue around his dick tip.  I allowed his foreskin to slip back over his dick glad then sucked.  Greg moaned louder.  I pushed my tongue into the foreskin opening, licking the top of his dick.  Greg starts to hump my mouth.  I pulled back his foreskin allowing me to suck and lick the tip of his dick.

Greg's was now grunting. I must be doing something right. I kept the skin pulled back allowing his dick head to be disclosed and available for my mouth, lips and tongue. Greg placed his hands on each side of my head. With a light, but firm touch, he pushes his cock deeper in my mouth. I was not sure how much of his cock I was going to swallow. I was willing to try to swallow his entire cock. Each time a little more of his cock disappeared until my mouth touched his balls.

I could not breathe each time his cock went all the way down my throat. I had to control my breathing in rhythm with his thrusts. I looked up at Greg's face, I saw him finally looking at me. My mouth was around his cock, sucking him, taking all of his erection into my mouth. He smiled, as I took his cock out of my mouth, disclosed his glan with precum oozing out of his pee hole. I licked his sweetness then rubbed his precum on my lips. Opening my mouth wide I allowed Greg to see his cock disappear in my mouth. His hips moved with deeper thrusts, his hands holding me down with each movement. Greg said, "Oh baby, I am cuming. Oh, suck my cock baby. Take my load." My throat felt a squirt of warm fluid. I tightened my throat muscle and moved my tongue to coach another spasm. I needed to breathe so backed off allowing a squirt of semen into my mouth.  I swirled his cum in my mouth and allowed some to droul out and down my chin.  I accepted his entire flavor; opening my mouth, I showed him I swallowed some of his creamy fluid. I licked the remaining cum from his cock placing my head on his lap. I was satisfied; Greg was not zipping up right away, so guess he enjoyed my cocksucking.

Greg starts to talk," Wow Cindy was wonderful. That was amazing; my girlfriend does not suck as well as you do." He pauses, smiles and said, "You should give lessons. She spits, and you did not. I like that, makes me a fee like you wanted to suck me."

I responded, "Greg Sweetie; I wanted to suck your cock since you sent me your picture. When we met at the door, my need was to give you a wonderful BJ." I said these things because they were true, and a man's ego loved to hear he was sexually desirable.

Greg looked at his watch, says it is getting late, and he has to run. He dresses and as he leaves, he extends his hand; I give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. By the time, Greg arrived to the time he leaves it was less than fourth-five minutes. I have about fifteen minutes before my next online friend to arrive at six PM.

Sahib was the next man I had agreed to meet. He said he was Pakistani and asked if I had an issue with meeting a black man. I responded in my reply email no, told him of my age and asked if he had any issue with my age. He said no, and we agreed to meet. I got into my next outfit sought by Sahib. He said liked white stockings, white suspenders, and short black PVC skirt, with a blue and white knit top. I had. I told him about my thigh high red PVC boots make me look like a streetwalker, which he wanted me to wear. I have a corset did not make me slimmer, but adds a little sex appeal to my woman's underwear outfit. I freshen up my makeup, putting on some blush to my cheeks, lipstick to my lips, then a light dusting of power. I took a couple of breath mints, so I would not smell of cum in my mouth and applied perfume. I put on women gold watch, a couple of rings, and a set of pearl necklace with a matching pearl bracelet. I walked past the mirror on the wall, stopped taking a glimpse of Cindy, wow, not bad looking.

There was a knock at the door. I open the door and in walked a short heavyset dark-skinned man. Black hair, brown eyes, when our eyes made contact, he smiled showing white teeth. He wore a button-down shirt, slacks and brown shoes.

I said, "Please come in. I am so glad to meet you Sahib." Walking past the bathroom and into the bedroom, this is still dimly lit. As I walk, Sahib placed his hands on my arse.

Sahib said, "Cindy, you look so lovely tonight." He said the quickest and on one tone level with a thick Pakistani accent.

I stopped in front of the bed allowing him to catch up to me; his hands reached around moving to my breasts where I could watch his hand fondle me. My red thigh-high boots with five-inch heel with my normal height of five feet ten inches; I am standing well over six feet, a good six inches over Sahib. One hand moves to my neck and pulling me gently to him allowing our lips to meet. His first kiss was long and passionate, and then his tongue darted out to explore my lips. Without hesitation, my lips parted, allowing him full access to my mouth with my tongue offering some resistance against his advances. These passionate exchanges lasted several minutes where our hands touch, rubbed and explored the other body.

I start to unbutton his shirt, pulling it over his shoulders and up out of his pants. He kicks off his shoes making him smaller. My hand next dropped to his waist where I fumble with his belt, unzipped his fly with his pant falling to the floor, he steps out. He is standing there in white tee shirt, jockey and socks. I begin to kiss his ears, neck, lift his tee shirt to suck his nipples. He removes his tee shirt. I moved down kissing and letting my tongue drag lightly over his brown skin. I was in the kneeling position now, pulling down his jockey, freeing a cute little cock, with a mushroom head and fully erect. I continue to kiss all around his cock, but not letting Sahib feel my mouth. I lay down on the bed, patting a space for him to lie. Side by side, we embrace each other our lips meet again; our tongues tango; his hand moved down to my legs, slips beneath the skirt to the top of my stockings. He feels the smoothness of the stockings slides his hand between my legs and pets the inside my thigh. My hand is rubbing his little cock, and then caressing his balls we continue to kiss passionately.

I break the Frenching, moving from mouth to nipples then to his cock. I again kiss and lick all around, teasing him, exciting him, wanting him to want my wet mouth on his cock. His balls were smooth, not sure if he shaved or if this was a natural condition. I sucked on his balls, sucking one nut into my mouth; Sahib responds with a sound of surprise. Doing the same to his other nut, I now have both in my mouth. I let my tongue slip out and lick the area under his balls. Sahib responded, this time it was with an exhaled breath. I wonder if his wife has ever done this for Sahib. His cock fully erected and stood between three but no more than four inches.

My mouth moves to the base of his dick, kissing all around the base, then up to his shaft to the top. I kiss and suck all around his dick head, receiving some precum for my reward. I look up at his face watching everything I am doing. I rub his cock on my lips, transferring his precum then I stick out my tongue to lick his sweetness.

I could see a smile and his white teeth grinning at me, I now open my mouth slowly took his dick into my warmth. Sahib sighted; I assume he was into receiving pleasure.  I used my tongue to massage his cock shaft and head. His dick was small allowing for a different type of oral than one can do with a large dick. While I was sucking, his hands were not idle. One of his hands slipped under my panties continuing to explore my crack; his finger fines my man cunt. I wiggle my bottom as a suggestion accepting his actions. His finger presses in my prelude hole; I sigh with feeling his penetration. He inserts a second finger pushing further into my cavity. I am sucking and licking his dick, cupping his balls in my hand massaging both dick and balls.

Sahib removes his fingers telling me, "Cindy, lie down with some pillows under you," as he moves two pillows on top of each other. He instructed, "That is it, lie over the pillows, let me see your arse," as he speaks fast and monotone. In an adapted doggy position, I can feel his hands raising my skirt showing off my panties, stocking, and suspenders. He moves between my legs, slides my panties off to one side, moved closer, feeling his hand moving his dick up and down my crack. When he found my hole, he moves to line up and slides easily in, not pain for me because of his size. I wiggle my bottom against his hips, moving out and back fucking his cock. He grabs my hips where we develop a syncopation of movements. We fucked like this for a long time. All of his cock was deep inside me. I stopped, allowed his dick to slide out, telling Sahib to lie on his back. He did as suggested. I then mount him in the reverse cowgirl position, sitting on top facing away. I grab his cock then guiding him my waiting hole. I could take all of his cock into my cunt giving him the maximum of pleasure. I ride up and down, posting my actions gliding almost out then sit down to take all deep in me. Riding his cock in this position, I was getting more pleasure, and all Sahibs had to do was lay there and enjoy. I now move to the cowgirl position facing him. I sit on his cock and lean forward to kiss and suck his nipples. He raised his hips fucking my cunt as I willing bottom. It did not take long in this position for me to feel Sahib's body tense up. He fucked me fasted and deeper. Holding me close to his chest, I continue to suck his nipples, nibble on them and bite them lightly.  causes him to erupt inside me. With each squirt, I contract my anus muscles, responding to his deposit, coaching him to squirt repeatedly. He appeared exhausted, and I filled and satisfied.  I lay on him until his dick slides out, where I move to lay next to him, with my head on his chest. Neither one is saying a word, relaxing in Sahib's anticlimax. After about ten minutes, I kiss him and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I could feel his cum dripping out and need to clean up. In a minute, I returned to find him pants on, shirt on and tying his shoes. He stands and says in a very polite voice, "Oh Cindy that was great. Neither of my wives gives oral as good as you did. I never had a woman on top before. I will have to coach my wives on how to do that position. I need to go now, thank you."

I responded, "Sahib; you are so kind. It was my pleasure, and I am happy that we met." Sahib leaves; this meeting lasted only thirty minutes allowing me a few minutes to catch my breath, clean up and catch my breath. I stripped all except for my bra and fake tits. I use the shower wand with a special attachment made to douche out my cavity. I have a concern of not being clean and take much care to avoid any embarrassments. All cleaned out for the next several hours. I apply a little KY to my hole and slides in a finger to make sure I will be ready and easy to enter.
On Wednesday at two PM, I walked over to the pub called Central Station. The Bed & Breakfast consisted of rooms upstairs, a bar at street level and a gay club in the basement. The CD needed a place to dress used the second-floor bar. At his Club, a CD could dress and put on their makeup. I arranged to have a makeup artist do my makeup, for a fee of fifteen pounds. She worked for an hour on my makeup, first applying the concealer to hide my beard, then the foundation to smooth over my face, eye shadow and other necessary made up. I had my outfit on including my wig. There in the mirror was Cindy looking pretty and sexy.
At three, PM, I walked down the street level, found the entrance to the club. I paid my entrance fee of ten pounds; men had to pay twenty pounds and entrance to The Club. I wore my thigh high red PVC boots with five-inch heel. The stair was narrow, and winding; I was sure to hold on to the handrail to make sure I did not slip and break a leg The coatroom located at the bottom of the steps then you entered the Club. You can check your bag of street clothes and makeup kit. In the coatroom, the host and host were present greeting everyone who entered. The bar was off to the right. To the right and left were dark passages ways leading off in three different directions. There were men and woman standing at the bar waiting for any action might happen.
I went to the bar and ordered a stout. I do not look sexy in glasses so had them in my purse resulting in not being able to see anything clearly. Men would order a drink at the bar; they looked in my directions, I could not tell if we made eye contact, but smiled as if we did. I was dressed in a short blue skirt, black fishnet stockings, the red PVC booths with a black knit three-quarter sleeve pull over a top. I wore a brand-new shoulder length dirty blond wig. My makeup on the over the board side, with blue eyeliner and red lipstick, I looked like a slut looking to be laid.
It did not take long for one of the men to approach me. He said, "Hello, my name is Mark, and you are gorgeous."
I fainted blushing and said back, "Hello Mark; I am Cindy, and I bet you say that to all the girls."
Mark smile, "Only to the ones that are hot and sexy, and I have an interest."
I smiled and thought to myself, he was straight to the point. The Club just opened, and I had the first admire hitting on me. Mark moved close enough I could look into his eyes and said, "Mark if I did no know better, I would think you are hitting on me."

Mark asked, "Is this your first time here?"
I responded, "Yes; I am here on vacation and wanted to check out the Club."
Mark said as he reached out and took my hand, "Let me show you around. He led the way. I had to be careful walking in my boots. I did not want to twist an ankle. Moments after being downstairs, I had someone interested in Cindy. Holding onto a man's hand, being led excited me. As we walked, Mark said, "Here is a little cubbyhole where we can have a little privacy, and over, here is the sling, later tonight there might be some action here, and this is a room for a bed, it can be crowded in here." We walked down a narrow corridor leading to another room. We doubled back past the sling and to the cubbyhole. Mark without asking, open the curtain, and lead me into the area of about one-meter square.
Without asking, he unzipped his pants, took out his cock in one hand, with the other hand, he placed it on my shoulder and pressed down. This action told me to Mark wanted me on my knees. I did, as Mark wanted. On my knees I looked up at Mark's face, open my mouth wide, so he could place his cock in my mouth. Once he did, I closed my mouth around his cock and moved my head in and out taking all of his cock. Mark put his hands on each side of my head and rocked his hips in a counter to my motion allowing all of his cock disappear into my mouth, and then reappear from my mouth. I notice there were not a few other men in the cubbyhole watching the action. Mark stepped back, taking his cock from my mouth and allow a man on his side to slip into the position in front of me, shoving his cock into my empty mouth. This man allowed me to suck him for a few minutes when he stepped aside, and a third man stepped up putting his cock in my mouth. This man must have been excited by watching the action because in a short time, he made a loud sound, coinciding with a flood of warm fluid in my mouth. I looked up at him, opened my mouth; his cock slipped out of mouth reveling it was full of white creamy cum. He zipped up and left the area. Before the next man could slip in front of me, I stood up to stretch my legs; I had been kneeling more in the last 15 minutes than in church in the last 15 years. I excused myself from the two men waiting for their turn and left the cubbyhole.
Back to the bar, I had another drink. At the bar, a good-looking TV came to the bar to order a drink. She said, "Hello, I am Michelle."
I responded by saying, "I am CindyUSA or just Cindy." We shook hands. Michelle stood over six feet tall in here red five-inch spiked heels. She had nice stockings on, very sheer and a nice golden brown. Her skirt ended halfway between her knee and hips, just right for The Club.
Michelle asked, "Is this the first time at The Club?"
I told her, "I have been here once before, about six months ago. I was little shy last time.  I did not know anyone and well, did not fully enjoy myself."
Michelle asked, "Cindy are you shy tonight?"
I said, "No, I am not shy tonight just very submissive." No sooner had the words submissive passed my lips, Michelle took my hand and leading me down one of the corridors and into the room had a large platform bed. She sat on the side of the bed and patted the area next to her, motioning for me to sit by her side. I did and requested. Michelle put her arms around me planting a big kiss on my lips, much to the pleasure of the several men standing around against the walls. Michelle's tongue parted my lips. Her tongue was wet, warm and passionate. I rather lost myself for a few second, not considering I was kissing a man. Hell, it did not matter; Michelle was hot, taking charge, as her hand felt my cheeks, my ears, and my neck. Then she fondled my tits through my knit top. Wow, she knew all the hot spots; she turned me on by her actions. Michelle lays down pulling me with here, now we both stretched out on the bed. I could feel other hands on my body, on my stocking legs, between my legs on the bare skin between the stockings and my panties.
Michelle rolls over on top of me, kneels on my chest. She raised her skirt to show off a hot pink lace panty, matching suspenders and a very large bulge. She leans forward rubbing her bulge on my mouth. The crowds of men were increasing, wanted to see two TV do the Lesbos thing. Michelle was sensing what the men wanted to see. She slipped a finger inside her pink -panties and with one motion, freed here clitty, showing it semi-erect, and uncut. I opened my mouth as Michelle slowly placed her clitty in my mouth as the men watched. I kissed and licked her clitty then swallow as much as I could; about half swallowed in my mouth. Michelle rocked back and forth allowing her clitty to move in and out of my warm, wet mouth. By this time, someone had removed my panties, and someone touched me jacking my cock. Several men were fondling Michelle's large tits. Michelle's cock was fully erect. She got off my chest moving to the front of the bed. I rolled over on all fours, in this position I was able to suck here clitty again. She held my head and slowly fucked my face. I felt a hand lightly spanked my ass cheek. I wiggled in return, showing I did not mind. The next spank on the other ass cheek felt harder. I faked pain wiggle my ass cheek again. The man next spanked one cheek then the other; each time with a little more forced until each spank created a louder noise.
The area around the bed stood many men. Finally, the spanking stopped; my cheeks were burning with heat. I am sucking on Michelle's clit and enjoying every minute of her uncut flesh. I could feel someone running their finger up and down my crack until they found my cunt. In slipped a finger, then two fingers. I pushed back on the hand allow my cunt to be finger fucked. The fingers came out, and I felt a hard cock press against my cunt. I tighten my sphincter muscles to give the feeling of being tight. When he pushed hard against my cunt, I relaxed allowing him to slide in deeper. I tighten my sphincters adding addition friction along his sliding shaft and my cunt. I could not believe being lucky to meet Michelle. I took a second to stop sucking her clit and to look at her face. She watched me, watching the man whose cock sliding deep inside my cunt. My body reacted moving forward with each of his thrusts. I looked around; there must have been ten to twelve men in the room and a few other CD watching. One man approached Michelle and with his dick hanging out of his zipper, he stood next to Michelle offering her his cock to suck. She took his cock into her mouth as I watched; it seemed he came very quickly. Michelle bent over to kiss me; I could taste cum on her lips. She did something unexpected; she frenched me, and as I opened my mouth, the creamy cum for her giving a blowjob squirted into my mouth. Nothing I could do but to swallow. After receiving a mouth full of second hand cum, she stood up and winked at me. Distracted by what just happen I remembered my ass fucking I was receiving. I continued to ride his cock and contracted my sphincters with each inward thrust. Then he pushed hard pulling my hips stayed motionless as I could feel his cock jerk deep inside me. I felt his warm man juice flood inside my cunt also felt satisfied like a woman used. The room crowded full of people, stuffy with body heat. I was on my knees for a good fifteen minutes and needed to cool off. Michelle and I walked holding hands as we returned to the bar. I felt a wetness leaking out of my anus and running down my leg. I excused myself and found the restrooms. The restroom unisexual used by the CD/TV and by the men; all the stalls had doors so suppose if a real female wanted to use the facilities, she could. I entered the restroom; I saw a few gurls at the sink primping their makeup. I found an empty stall and closed the door. I raised my skirt and realized my panties were gone. Someone had removed them earlier; not sure, who had them now. I expelled some fluid, wiped myself clean and left the stall. At the sink, I washed my hands and checked my makeup. The eyes were OK, but I needed some more lipstick and to freshen up my blush. I returned to the bar, but Michelle had left. My feet were killing me; the red PVC boots might look good but are very painful if you had to wear them and walk in them. I found a chair and rested.
Another CD sat next to me, introduced herself as Anna. She dressed to impress, standing over six feet. I checked her out.  She had on black pumps without heels, likeable tan sheer stockings, and a floral A-line dress with a halter strap and skirt length just above the knees. She had an amiable pair of breasts, could not tell if they were real or faked. She had large hoop earrings, deep red lipstick, and a nice long hair blond wig. All total Anna appeared hot and sexy. We chatted about The Club.  I mention how nice she looked dressed up and commented on her dress. She returned the compliment and told me my makeup looked great. I really enjoyed the time chatting with other CD/TV; we talked about clothes, makeup, shoes, and all the men walking around.

The man said, "My name is Michael, and we met downstairs." He said this with a grin on his face. I tried to remember, was this one of the men whom I give oral too. I showed embarrassment I did not recognize him.

I said, "Michael you are a good-looking man, and I would have remembered you." Michael showed a grin.

Michael smiles saying in a feminine voice, "Sweetie, I was then one gave you a "snowball,'" now do you remember?"

My jaw dropped open saying said, "Michelle?" Michael, Michelle seemed to please I did not recognize him as her.

Michael said, "I enjoyed you sucking my cock and letting me cum in your mouth.  That was amazing to feel your mouth on my cock and watch you get fucked."

Remembering everything about the delightful three-way action, I remembered Michelle had a delicious large cock. I watched Michele sucking a cock.  She then planted a long wet kiss on my lips.  I was surprised she swapped a mouthful of cum from another man. A man stands on the stage and announcing the impersonator act about to start. I turned to watch the stage when I feel Michael's hand touch mine. Not only did he touch and held my hand. I felt gritty as a schoolgirl, sitting in a bar in London, dressed as a woman with a man holding my hand. Discreetly Michael moved my hand and placed it on his leg. Playing the part of an attentive girlfriend, I let my hand rub his leg moving from the top of his thigh to the inner thigh moving towards his groin, but not touch. Discretely I rubbed the inside of his leg slowly while everyone's eyes looked at the impersonator.

In forty-five minutes, the show ended. Everyone left the bar; some left together and some alone. I had a room upstairs and was about to ask Michael if he wanted to visit me.  Michael was in the room a few minutes.  We were in each other arms passionately kissing, deep Frenching.  Our hands were between each other legs.  His fingers felt wonderful. Michael had great hands and a hot mouth. Michael had talent. It did not take me long to cum, surprise at the intensity of my climax; I actually shook and moaned aloud. My body jerked with a spasm with each time I squirted cum.

I lay there catching my breath, feeling my heart thumping in my chest. I approached the male malacology all men get after then a climax. Most men at this moment roll over and want to sleep, other men after realizing they had sex with a stranger, and some were married; they have the fright and flight reflex. Michael had given me a wonderful climax, and I wanted to do something in return, fighting the feeling to sleep; I put Michael on his back, his erection pointing up and towards a face. The best position to take a large cock was cowgirl position. In this position, I controlled the penetration depth and the speed of his fucking. Michael's cock had a large girth; relaxing I took some of his cocks, easing up then sitting down again. He played with my nipples turning me on. I speeded up to my movements, and he thrust up as I sat down to accepting all of his cock as deep as it could go inside. The speed increases as my balls slap his body and his balls slapping between his legs. Michael's body tenses; he thrusts one last time and leaves his cock, deep down, in me. A warm sensation spread from far in within me, I feel like I made him cum. I fucked his cock and made him cum inside me. I am a real slut to have a man do this naughty sex deed. I lean forward, keeping his cock in me, I lay on his chest, stretched my out legs, on top of his legs, my head on his shoulders. I contract my anus muscles massaging his cock; wanting every drop of his cum inside me. I had one last contraction, and his cock slides out allowing some of his cum to leak out. I roll of his body and lay next to him. He is asleep. I lay there ten more minutes then dress and return to my room. The next morning Michael had already left. Michael showed me he was passionate love; Michelle showed me she was a sexy naughty gurl.

My first time at the Club will be a very fond memory, and I hope to meet Michael and Michelle again.

Nobody makes me laugh harder than Glenn !

According to Glenn I am one of the last "Original" players from the earliest days of the parties, so we have had more than a few grand adventures, but somehow for all the debauchery we manage to get ourselves into it's the oddball moments that make for some of the most memorable moments.

 I am at the party in January, Glenn is having his way with a phenominally hot brunette, a bit of ticklling, teasing, spanking and what have you, I am standing watching the fun, wearing my ususal toolbelt full of toys when another guy says "that guys doesnt know what he's doing, you have all the toys get into that and show 'em how its done" the simultaneous response by me, Glenn and the other few people in earshot was a collective " are you fuckin kidding me ? I'm/he's  the owner of Fetish Factory I'm pretty sure I /he can take of things ! "  Gotta love the noobs !

 PS the Brunette was an exquisite example of the female form, lythe, long slender body, legs for days, and a personality that exuded exhuberance, joy and delight, while she was a screaming hot chick it was her personality and smile that made her so delightful ! Glenn always finds the best play toys !

submission

We corresponded by email for three days. I demanded total obedience and brought her close to orgasm, but refused to allow her to climax. I gave her a new name.

When she came to my hotel room at the appointed time, she knocked twice at the door. I commanded her to kneel before I opened the door, then let her slither into the room. I explained the positions I required of her...number one: on your knees, head bent backwackwards, mouth open in complete submission, eyes closed.

I opened the buttons of her shirt and freed her small breasts, pushed her shirt aside to slide to her shoulders then unbuttoned her blue jeans and pulled them down to her bent knees.

She was wearing the white lace boyshorts I had ordered her to purchase I put my hand into her open mouth and held her tongue between two fingers to stifle her cry, then quickly whipped her pussy once with a bamboo cane and she moaned..."This is the way it begins," I said. "There will be more for you to savor...if you behave. You have been a naughty, selfish child and you will be punished and shamed. If you please me, I will...."

How it all started!

Dear Friend’s

Here is the answer to many of your your question as to how I got into being trampled. I hope it answers some of you’re questions, but I think it might just rise more questions than it answers. Its a little long so please take the time to read it all.

Arthur (Mr. Rugman)

What do I like about being trampled? To tell you the truth I’m not sure myself. There have been three women in my life that over the years would walk on me with their high heels. I would like to tell you about them.

The first time I was ever stepped on I was 16, her name was Sue, she was my best friend’s sister and if I remember right she was 22. I was lying on the floor at the end of a hall that went to the bathroom. I was in her way and she told me to move a few times, to give her a hard time I just stayed there. Sue stepped over me twice and I could tell by the tone of her voice she was getting mad. “If your still there the next time I come down the hall, I’ll step on you with my high heels,” I heard her say as she walked to her bedroom. Sue was about 5' 5" and I think about 110 lbs. Not thinking she would step on me I just laid there, a few moments later I could hear the click, click of her stiletto heels coming down the hall. “She wouldn’t really step on me with those heels if she did she would surely kill me,” I thought to myself. Sue stopped next to me, “Still there she said, “OK now I’m going to step on you with my high heels.” I started to turn to look at her but before I could move Sue planted her foot in the middle of my back and she quickly stepped onto me with one foot. I thought the heel was going to go right through me, the pain was nothing like I had ever felt before. I wanted to scream but her stepping on me knocked the air out of me. Sue stood there, on one foot for what felt like forever, she then placed her other foot so the heel was sticking deep into my ass. “I told you to move, didn’t I” she said as she just stood there trying to push her heels through me. She started to say something but she herd her mother coming up the stairs. As she stepped off me Sue said softly, “If you tell anyone about this I’ll kill you and whenever I find you laying on the floor in my way I’m going to just step on you like you’re not even there,” with that she went into the bathroom and closed the door. I hurt for a few days but for some reason I wanted her to step on me again. I found myself getting in her way as much as I could and Sue and I played this game for two years until my friends family moved away.

From then until now just about every time I see a woman walking along in her heels I wonder what it would feel like if she was to walk on me. For a very long time I thought I must be insane or something to want to be trampled by women wearing spike heels, and because of those feelings I never talked to anyone about it.

For the next six or so years I went out with quite a few women and I never dared to say any thing about my wanting to be walked on, then I met Carol. Carol was an Amerasian, her mother was Japanese and her father was in the US Air Force and he met her while he was stationed in Japan. Carol’s mother was trained to pamper her man as were most Japanese women of the time, and her mother pasted along some of this to Carol. One of the things Carol learned was the art of the “Japanese Massage,” you know that’s where the Japanese girl walks on the back of the bad guy in the James Bond movies. It was a match made in heaven, I would come home from a long day, at the time I was managing a club in NYC called “Tarot,” and find my spot in front of the TV and most of the time I would fall asleep. At some time I would awake to find Carol walking bare feet on my back and it was the most relaxing massage I can think of. Carol was 5' 7" and about 135 lbs. I never told Carol I wanted her to walk on me in her heel’s and it was a very hard thing to do because Carol just loved wearing high heels, she even wore them in our apartment.

From just about the start of our relationship Carol would tell me to be a good boy because her mother also learned what to do with a “bad boy,” I never really thought anything of it until one night I came home just like almost every other night. Carol and I had been living together for about three years, I was asleep in front of the TV and I awoke from a sound sleep to Carol yelling at the top of her lungs. I wasn’t quite awake and I couldn’t make out what Carol was yelling about.

She was behind me and I tried to turn to look at her. I couldn’t move. I was tied face down to the furniture. I was a little more awake now and I herd Carol say something about “you two timer” and “how could I do this to her.” I was still unable to get free, I tried to ask her what was wrong but she just kept yelling. After a few minuets Carol seemed to calm down a little but she still wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. Carol stopped yelling and for a while she wasn’t saying a thing, I kept asking what was wrong and trying to get untied.

Then I heard Carol say quietly, “Do you remember I told you my mother also told me how to punish a bad boy?” “Do you?” “No, well now your going to find out.” Carol was standing about 10 feet behind me in the kitchen. “Are you ready?” “Now I’m going to give you a back massage you will never forget.” The next thing I heard was her walking to where I was lying, I could feel each step, the floor quivered as she moved. Where I was lying there was no carpet and when Carol reached the end of the rug she still had to take two or three steps. Then I heard it, CLICK, CLICK, it didn’t hit me at first, what the sound was, then I realized what I was hearing, Carol was wearing heels. I tried to turn to get free! Carol was going to massage my back with her heels! Before I could say anything I felt the first heel dig deep into my back as Carol drove it into me as hard as she could. I screamed “Noooo,” as loud as I could but I knew there would not be anyone to hear my screams because we lived in a loft building and we were the only ones in the building at night. Then the other heel hit me, over and over again Carol stomped on me and each time she would drive her heels deep into me. I was yelling and screaming the whole time. My trampling lasted for more than 45 min, I don’t think there was a part of my body that wasn’t covered with heel marks, some of them didn’t go away for weeks after. I can tell you it hurt like hell but it was also one of the most intense turn on I have ever felt.

Why did I get punished you ask? Well it turns out some one Carol knew saw me and one of the girls that worked at the club having lunch while we were out getting supplies I needed for the club, I would take someone with me so I wouldn’t get parking tickets, her friend told Carol I was cheating on her. After Carol learned the truth, the real fun began. I told her about my thing about wanting to be trampled and Carol told me her stomping me was a real turn on for her too. From then on she would trample me under her heels just about every night. This went on for about two years until one day I came home early to find her in bed with someone. Not long after that we drifted apart.

About 18 months after my breakup with Carol I met Michelle. Michelle was very tall, 5' 9" with long jet black hair and she was about 150 lbs. As fate would have it Michelle worked part time as a shoe model, she had size 6 feet. Michelle had more than 200 pairs of heels and boots and one of the strongest shoe fetishes of any women I have known.

Still thinking I was the only man in the world that wanted to be trampled I didn’t say anything to Michelle about my feelings. As it turned out Michelle liked to make love with her heels on and a lot of times she would dig her heels into me when we made love, I thought at first she did by accident in the heat of the moment but after talking to her one night she told me that digging her heels into me as we made love gave her a feeling of power and it was a turn on for her. I told her about my wanting to be walked on and trampled and how it made me feel. From that day on I thought I was in heaven, Michelle trampled me with every pair of heels and boots she owned, and she was able to keep the shoes she modeled so there was always a supply of new heels for her to try out on me. One of the games she liked to play she called “Shoe Store,” she would line up about 10 pairs of shoes and she would try each one out on me until she found the one she liked the best of the 10, then she would trample and stomp me for as long as she liked, sometime she would trample me for more than two hours at a time. She would also ask her friends over for what she called her “Trample Parties”. I would lay in tme middle of the floor and Michelle and her friends would trample, stomp and kick the heck out of me for up to 4 hours, boy I miss those parties. Most of the time there were more than 25 women at the parties and they all loved getting me under their heels. We lived together for about 1 1/2 years then I got a job on the West coast and she didn’t want to move away from NY. Michelle and I remained friends for more than 12 years and she would trample me whenever we were together, Michelle moved to Florida about some years ago and were not in contact much anymore.

After Michelle moved I didn’t date much because it’s hard to explain the little round heel marks that I have all over my body. About 25 years ago I found out about S&M, B&D from a lady I met while I worked on the West coast, and I started to read some of the papers that I could find on that subject. After I moved back to NYC, I started to read the papers put out by Esoteric Press. Not long after I started to read there papers I learned there offices were only a few blocks from where I lived and I started to go to there office to pick up the papers because I couldn’t always find them on the news stands. I was lucky to get to know Sandy York the owner of New Esoteric Press. About 19 years ago Sandy needed someone to model for the papers and she asked me. At first I couldn’t think of doing such a thing but after thinking about it for four months I decided to give it a try. The fist photo shoot. I went to was a lot of fun and one of the Mistresses walked on me. That was the start of something I really enjoy doing. Over the past 15 years I have had a chance to meet just about every Mistress in the NYC area and quite a few from others parts of the USA. But I think the most important thing I have gotten from doing the photo shoots and meeting people that are into the same things I’m into is, I have found myself and I have learned I am not as strange as I thought I was a long time ago. I would say in that time I have been trampled by more than 1100 women!

In 2002 I was asked to be the welcome mat for a fetish event in Phila, PA called "Diabolique". That is when I made the first platform. I learned quickly being a Welcome Mat I could not control who stepped on me! While I still prefer being trampled by anyone in high heels. But by playing Welcome Mat I learned there is something to be said for being trampled by guy's too.

So if there is ANYONE out there that would like to walk all over me, or knows of a party/event that might want a Welcome Mat, PLEASE contact me.

Arthur aka Mr. Rugman

Email - MrRugman@aol.com 

My Yahoo Group - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/The_Human_Welcome_Mat/

Yahoo AIM - MrRugman

AOL - AIM - MrRugman or MrRugman2

Kinky BlackBeautyDomme trains sexy asian and blonde sub

I just returned from My NYC trip and I had one of the best visits and hottest scene play sessions that most would wish they were at least a fly on the wall to see.....It started with Me being invited to a private fetish scene party in Manhattan. The location was fully equipped like a fetish playground with various toys and instruments for your passions and desires..There were about 30-40 people there, sexy female subs, eager and willing male subs, hot Dommes and a few french maids on hand passing out refreshment and catered foods. I am a voyeur to My heart and love to check out what's good and who will be My next victim. I had My eye on this very sexy and petite asian sub...she came with another sexy blonde female sub. The asian sub was very reserved and quite but I can tell she had her eye on Me too. I approached her introduced Myself and asked her was she collard or here with someone out of respect...she said no. I then told her then it is only appropriate for her to get down and kiss My pretty painted red toes.As she kisses My toes, I bent over and spanked her cute ass and pulled her up by her long black hair which I had ideas for hair bondage....I looked into her eyes and told her she now belongs to Me for the night and she replied "anything you say Domina". I pulled out a leash from My personal bag of goodies put it on her neck and lead her to one of the semi-occupied play rooms. I told her to strip down naked and stand in front of Me as I sat on a throne chair. I wanted to inspect her and make her feel more intimidated by not knowing what I was going to do to her next. As I was doing this her blonde sub friend was standing in the doorway as though she wanted to be involved, so I motioned her in the room. They apparently came to the party together un-owned. I told the blonde sub to remove her clothes and stand next to her friend. I stood up and made them stand back to back to each other underneath the suspension bar as I circled around them and used My long red fingernails to pinch their hard nipples as I circled around. I found 2 nipple clamps that had a long chain and clamped them both over their shoulders like a bra strap and clamped them to their nipples. They both winced and pain and that got Me sooo excited. They both had very long hair so I proceeded to take some rope and pull their hair upward and wrap their hair together to the tips very tightly. I cranked down the suspension bar and connected their bound hair to the suspension bar, then cranked it up until they were on their toes. I grabbed a crop and circled around them telling them to spread their legs while cropping their shaven cunts and pulling on the nipples clamps while they wiggled on their toes. I took two vibrating nipple clamps with weight balls attached to them and clamped them on their cunt lips. Turned the clamps on medium volume and cropped their already clamped and hard nipples.....With all that going on they needed to be silenced and restrained for awhile so they were ball gagged and tied up with latex strips in which I bounded them from shoulders to toes of course leaving their nipples and cunts exposed for My playing pleasures...By this time most of the people from the party was in our room enjoying an eye full or erotic play. I yanked on clamp chains and verbally dominated them with whispers in their ears of how much they are Mine for the time being and what I would do to them if they were owned by Me...I kept them in that position long enough and I wanted to go to the next scene, so I cranked down the suspension untied their hair and removed the latex strips that bound them. I summond a voyeur slave to get Me some ice and I slowly removed their nipple clamps, I then took the ice and places them on their nipples..... it was like putting out a fire! I pinched their nipples with My nails and smacked them with My hand....I bent them over a wooden horse next to each other and shackled the asian sub right ankle to the blonde sub left ankle with their legs spread apart. I then shackled their wrist together the same way on the other side of the horse. I played percussion on their sweet asses until they were red and hot....I flogged their backs and ass with a leather flogger until they were streaked with red. The vibrating clamps are still on their cunts and I turned the volume even higher now...I took My long red fingernails and raked their flesh very softly and gentle with an occasional pinch to the fleshy part of the ass. I am very verbal so the whole time I had alot to say about their demise and submission. Telling them that they are My cunt slaves and they are about to get the fuck of their lives...I reached into My bag and pulled out two large 8" chocolate colored cocks, one for each cunt...I finally removed the vibrating clamps, put on My latex gloves, placed rubbers on the cocks with alot of lube and fucked My two sweet cunts until they screamed under their ball gags and came like thunder. Then I removed the cocks and spanked their asses again until My hands were soar. I took the cocks and plunged them in their cunts again and fucked them until My cock was cream....!!Needless to say I had a great time and so did they...I un-shackled them and removed their ball gags at this point. I took a seat on the throne and they both placed themselves at My feet shaken and red in the face...I told them I needed a nice foot massage and for them to each take a foot. They both gave great deep foot massages with oils and perfect submission. We concluded our scene by them kissing My toes and them thanking Me for a wonderful time that they will never forget. Our scene lasted for over two hours..By this time it was going on 3:00 in the morning and I had very early engagements to attend to so I started to go and say My good byes to everyone. Me and the the pretty subs exchanged numbers and we will see each other again very soon....!! By the way this is a true story not a made up fantasy...Spanks & Kisses, Domina Erotica/Black Beauty Domme until next time! 

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