I have always been into feminism. Being a feminist does notmean that I am quite as radical as the other women in themovement. But I do have one radical purpose in life, and that isto make men my sex slaves. It's not that I hate men. On the contrary, I don't thinkthat I could live without them. But on the other hand, I livefor the opportunity to have them serve me as their mistress. Ihaven't had any trouble finding males to do my bidding. I've gota stable of four male slaves right now. They are only too happyto come to me on their knees and do everything that I command ofthem. They know that their mistress craves satisfaction, and ifshe does not receive it, my puny slaves will fell my wrath. Idon't think that men are good for fucking a pussy. But they aregood for sucking a pussy! A man's tongue can do things that anordinary penis cannot. It is more flexible, more able to dipdeep for my buried cunt treasure. I won't keep a man in my salve stable unless he can reallymake me come. He as to give me a tongue fuck unlike anythingthat I have ever experienced before. Of my four slaves, the mostsexually adept at licking my slit is Lenny. He works his tonguelike a master's paintbrush. He has a special place in my slavestable. When Lenny comes over to my house for a typical session, thefirst thing that I do is make him lick my glossy black patentpumps. It is sort of a tongue exercise for him, to get histongue in working order for when he scours another part of myanatomy. Once my shoes are very shiny, I take a pair of handcuffs andcuff his hands behind his back. Then I rip off his clothing andcuff his ankles together as well. I strip down to my leathercorsette and nylons and take up a position clear across the room. "Crawl over to your mistress, you puny slave," I command. Likely if I took up a position six miles down the road, Lennywouldn't mind crawling to get his reward between by thighs. Itcan be awkward with his hands behind his back like that. It'sdifficult for Lenny to keep his balance. I like to make it ashard as possible. Men should suffer frustration before they getto the pleasure. It is a slow precess for Lenny. It usually takes him aboutfive minutes to ge to me. I further give him an ultimatum bytelling him that if he doesn't get to me within six minutes thenhe will be denied my slit and other forms of sexual pleasures forthe rest of the evening. By the time that Lenny gets to me, my pussy is almost onfire. My cunt is like a steam bath, my tender twat desperatelyneeding to be soothed. Lenny pushes his tongue against myswollen pussylips and licks all over them before he enters mycunt. His tongue feels like a dagger as it penetrates my sex hole. I tell him to lick like he means it, as I reach up and give ahard yank on his hair. Sometimes I push his face so hard into mycrotch that the guy almost suffocates from lack of air. Lenny's tongue travels in a dozen directions as he does hisbest to satisfy me. All the while I taunt him, telling him tosuck like he means it. He craves verbal abuse as if he's a lousycunt licker. For five solid minutes, Lenny swills out my slituntil he brings me over the line into the world of orgasmicrelease. My slit really goes mushy as my cunt cream gushes onto histongue. I don't want him to get too much of it, so after hisfirst mouthful, I push his head away from my slit, replacing itwith my fingers. I catch all of my sauce as it flows freely. Ilap up my own juice. Why should a slave enjoy my discharge likethat? What I do to males my seem like cruel and unusualpunishment. That's what I want it to be.
- Mistress -
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