Like a Good Neighbor...

So my new neighbor finally invited me over to meet, once she found out I was a Dominant.  Turns out she is as well, and even had a playroom rucked away nicely in a skybox over her home.  While we were talking and getting to know one another, she made a comment that she disliked the Opencollar and Real Restraints cuffs as she couldn't figure out how to make her prey helpless.  As it happens, this sweet innocent looking neighbor not only has a dungeon, but she's been trapping male subs and breaking them into her helpless toys.  Needless to say, this irked me a bit.  However, I am a good neighbor, so I offered to give her some pointers.  She quickly slipped out of her clothes and into some appropriate cuffs.  Then, to my surprise, she added me as an owner on her OC.  BIG mistake.  HUGE.

First, I cuffed her arms nice and tight.  No sense in her having any freedom with those hands, or fingernails, right?  From there I hobbled her ankles, then set to making sure she had no ability to touch her own attachments, or operate the menu via that one channel Marine has a fondness over.  She voiced her surprise at being unable to struggle, but then I added her to the blacklist on her own OC, then she started to scream.  No ability to struggle, and no ability to runaway.  Her eyes told me all I needed to know about how scared she was.

Of course, the protesting got on my nerves quickly, so after a little stroll through her RLV folders....gagged.  Sidebar if I may, your Honor?  Why do the Dommes of SL always have the most extensive rlv folders?

I then asked her, still keeping this as neighborly as I could, which device was her favorite for breaking unruly subs,  She wouldn't answer, but her eyes told me all I needed to know.  I loosened her cuffs just enough to tie her helplessly exposed over a handy wooden bench.

One thing i have noticed is that Dommes have the most sensitive skin.  SO naturally I set out to slapping and smacking as much of this "Miss'" skin that I could.  By now I was asking her the names of all she had used and abused.  My goal of course was to have every man she ever tormented come back to her playroom and use her to their heart's content.  To no big surprise, she couldn't name a one.  They had all been objects to her.  So I kept slapping.  Especially those plump tits.

After half an hour or so of that, I could tell this soon to be former Domme was open to just about anything, so I forced her to her knees and began fucking that slutty mouth.  I had to smile as she timidly reached up and began stroking me as she sucked.

By now my cock was good and slick from her drool, so I threw her up on the bench and easily sank myself into her hot sex.  I say easily,  because this slut had quite possibly the wettest pussy I have ever been in.

I spread those legs wide and plowed deeper, pounding her pussy so hard my balls were bruising her ass.  The moans and convulsions she was putting out were a sure sign she would soon orgasm.  I told her the only way she would ever be free is if she didn't orgasm.

I pushed her legs back, thrusting harder, pushing my dick deeper.  I give the Domme credit, she held on.  It was a struggle, I could tell from her moaning, her tossing of her hair, her shaking under me. But, in time, I knew I'd win.

Finally tired of that soaked and slick cunt, I flipped her over, locking her to the table as I set to work slapping her back and ass.  Then I pressed my manhood to her tight ass, and plunged in.

I popped her gag free to hear her scream, what I heard was "You win, Master!  You've discovered my weakness for anal sex!"  Then she screamed long and hard as she came.  The clenching of her ass as she went through her orgasm set me off as well.  So I shot my load in her ass, pulled out, and left.  I told her I might be back later with some friends who want to show her what they think of Dommes that break men, even submissive ones.  Hit me up if you want in on that party.  Then, as I left her locked to the bench, I gave her this farewell...

Have a BAD day, bitch.

The Return

As several of my readers know, I have a soft spot for pursuing, tracking, chasing, hunting, and of course fucking Dominas, or dominant women.  During the pursuit of this lovely passion, I have become friends with several of the Dominas within Second Life.

So it seemed only natural that I make a post about one's visit to kick off my comeback venture and the re-opening of this blog.

This lovely lady called me up claiming she needed to relinquish control for a bit and experience a loss of control, a loss of will, a loss of rights, and of course, the loss of say with regard to her body.  You know me, I'm willing to make that level of sacrifice.  It is for a friend after all, and what a lovely looking friend.

Soon after her arrival, I was able to coerce my friend into trying on her restraints, in this case leather cuffs, courtesy of Real Restraints.  Not my top preference for restraints, but I do love the ease of their menu and for this type of a scene, they worked just right.

Once all of my visitor's abilities were revoked, it was only a question of how much latex did I want her to continue wearing.  So we played a quick game of knife - latex.  Its sort of like rock, paper scissors, only knife always wins.

Winning!  Duh.

Once I had her down to her tight little thong, I proceeded to move her into the house.  "C'mon little bunny, hop along."

Once we moved to my sitting room and I had taken off my visitor's panties, we began discussing her fate and what I expected her to accomplish within the coming days.  While the word "days" was still registering on her typically in-control dominant brain, I pulled my cock out, to distract her.  It worked.

I'm not entirely sure because of the gag, but I think she said, "Oh, shiny!"

At this point I noticed her new tattoo.  She claims its a dagger entwined with a rose.  I insist its a T and an S.  You be the judge.

From there, I proceeded to do what I do best, give her a ride.

I do love how fiercely a dominant woman will fight her own orgasm.

There is nothing better than when they succumb, and show their O face.

After such an intense workout, I was more than happy to leave my visitor in a restful place for the night.  Maybe I'll play with her again tomorrow.  Maybe I'll keep her.  Maybe this blog is to be continued.  Maybe not.