(I dedicate this to my slave girl Mina, and to the honorable Trainer who are there always for me to preserve our goals together, forever. Thank you Dream Land)
We took the highway early in the morning to our weekend's destination. Myslave girl and I in a nice rental car. Our costumes were in the trunk, thefresh coffee was aromatic in the car, we shared a muffin while Mina drove. Myprivate property... She was wearing white lacy garters under her pants. Ipassed my hands along her smooth neck and through hair every once in a whileand she would turn around to give me a pleasant smile of deep contentmentwithin...
After passing through the U.S. border which was guiding us along our wayto New York -- the city of opportunities, I ordered her to stop at a gasstation, I took her to the restroom, unbuttoned her pants, lowered them, andthen inserted a butt plug -- gliding it against her clit -- nice and smoothwhile I cleaned up the excess of Jelly... Then kissed her bum and gave her aslim sexy skirt which exposed her beautiful legs. As we left the restroom acouple of men waiting for their own woman to come out commented on her legs.They wished they could enjoy her for at least the evening. I felt proud.Mina's beautiful cheeks turned pink as she blushed. She passionately kissedme on the lips as I felt the juices beginning to flow between my legs.
Our journey continued... and we eventually reached destination. As thedoorman at the Penta greeted us, and took our bags I couldn't help but noticehim staring at Mina's exposed bum. I felt jealous as well as proud. It was afunny feeling. I am a woman after all...
The day was turning into late afternoon -- Friday night in New York City.I ordered Mina to prepare our bath. She did as requested. When I reached themarbled floor of the bathroom, she was kneeling down in the sumptuouslydecorated room.
She kissed my bare feet for a while, massaged my lower legs. We caressedone another's naked bodies, touched our hardened nipples, and tasted them...When I then removed her butt plug I was greeted by her relaxed orafice primedfor my dildo. We entered the bathtub, and I put my fingers into her openhole. She was in heaven. She proceeded to massage my body completely with hersensuous mouth, her tongue gliding over all my sensitive areas. When I hadhad enough I took her out of the tub, took her to the bed and proceeded tomanacle her with my furry cuffs, her bum exposed. I couldn't resist awardingher at least twenty strokes with my bare hands. Then caressed the heat comingout of ass cheeks with my tongue. I took a drink out of the mini-bar, andwhile drinking I rubbed some on her bare chest and then tasted the alcohol. Alittle more spanking, and she was even hotter. It was time for me to teaseher some more. Taking out my dildo I slid the soft rubber against her clit.She began to moan with my movements, her heavy breathing served only toaroused me even more. She achieved her orgasm with her entire body wasquivering, then she released a golden shower.
I presented my clit to her mouth. Now it was my time to have more fun. Iordered her to put three fingers into my vagina as she lapped my juices away.I was in Heaven... I called her sweet names. She was my "Candy Teddy, my SexKitten, my Slut", whatever she was, she was heaven to me. My orgasm wastremendous. She drank my juices, and I kissed her wet face -- tasting myself.
We caressed each other for a while. A caress which meant "thank-you" tomy slave. I took her out shopping for a while. We bought her a beautifulVictorian corset for some waist reduction. It suited her so much. Shethanked me and then expressed that her existance was only for me. That was agreat satisfaction for a Mistress.
After eating in Tempo, an expensive Italian restaurant, where many men hadadmired us, we went on to have a drink at the Hilton and listen to the pianistplaying the forgotten tunes of yesterdays.
The next morning we woke up with light caressing our nude and tangledbodies. It was time to go and join the convention members. We met andexchanged ideas with many others there from around the world who were alsoshared our interest in S&M.
That night as were dressing for the Ball, we assisted one other with ourroyal outfits. I was wore a black velvet gold trimmed dress, suited for aPrincess, and Mina had worn a beautiful pink dress, reminding me a young girlgoing to her Ball Debutante.
When we made the royal entrance to the big ballroom, practically everyoneturned to catch a glance of us. Most had worn latex, rubber or leather.However, no one was like us. We made our Royal Statement. The whole night wedanced, met more people into the scene, and exchanged addresses. Than we wentto Vaults, a very bizarre S&M club in New York, unique it's own way. Manycommented about my beautiful slave girl. Besides Mina, I had trained a fewothers there.
Early Saturday morning we returned to our hotel, made passionate love andthen fell asleep in each other's arms until the check out time. I woke upearlier than her to watch her sleep in the morning light. God, she wasbeautiful...
Royally Yours Princess Sheeba
PS: This a true story. It demonstrates to some of you that S&M is not a paingiving ritual. It is exercised with love... Although there may be few intoS&M for the wrong reasons, for me it's to get in touch with my higher selfwhile uniting with my S&M partner... Till next time I hope you enjoyed thestory.
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