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You struggle to the surface of a deep, dreamless sleep to feel me fumbling between your legs. Your warm, soft cock raises it’s sleepy head to greet me as I take it in my hand. Too late you feel the cage encircle and confine your stiffening penis. Before you can protest, you’re distracted by my finger gently sliding into your arsehole, penetrating, probing, relaxing it and you moan softly, smiling, your eyes still closed.

Suddenly I push you onto your stomach, pressing your face into the pillow. You try to raise your head to breath, but I force your face into the pillow again. At the same time I’m forcing your thighs apart with my bare knees. I grab your cheeks in both hands and force them painfully apart, exposing your vulnerable arsehole and begin to press the tip of my largest strap-on at the entrance to your arse. You try to protest but your cries are muffled by the pillow, and I slap your bottom hard – first with my hand and then with my hairbrush. Over and over again with the hairbrush. “Shut the fuck up and take it bitch! Did you really think you were going to get away with it?” It’s hard to concentrate on anything but what’s happening at your nether regions, but you try in vain to think of what you’ve done to make me this angry.

No lovemaking this, no playful scene. The only passion I’m feeling is anger. This is just pure unadulterated fuck. Punishment fuck.

The sight of your bruised buttocks only fuels my passion and I drive the full length of the dildo into your arse and start riding you fast and hard. Stabbing you painfully before your body can adjust to this intrusion. I grab the back your head – gripping your hair – and force your head back painfully. You can barely catch your breath. Your cock is painfully confined, beating against the cock cage even as your heart pounds in your chest. The pain and the fury of my invasion of your arse combine to make your cock harden and swell to the limit of its confinement. There’ll be no release for you this night. No release of any kind.

You beg and plead for me to stop. Even as you do so, you realise that this only spurs me on to greater violence. Still, you can’t help yourself. Just as you think you can tolerate no more, I stop and withdraw the dildo abruptly – spitting into the crack of your arse as I do so. I use my foot to push you off the bed and onto the floor, telling you, “You can sleep there for the rest of the night” and I snuggle down into the bed with a sigh of contentment, leaving you a shivering, whimpering, sobbing heap on the floor. Your cock and your arse throbbing with pain. You still don’t know what you did…

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or, if you’d like to get to know me a little first, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

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All characters in this story are fictitious and the naughty schoolboy is, of course, over the age of 18. Perhaps if he’d paid more attention to his school work and less attention to his school mistress, he may not have been kept behind…

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The naughty schoolboy stood there in only his shirt, his hard penis jutting out. The School Mistress’s hand was gripping his hair, forcing his head back cruelly. She had just told him, “Today’s lesson in control has only just begun…” and the boy trembled to think what that might mean. His cock was still sore and throbbing in a mixture of lust and pain from the application of the School Mistress’s ruler. His “punishment panties” lay on the floor where he’d dropped them at her command. Pointing at them now the School Mistress told him to pick them up and pass them to her. As he did so, he felt a sense of relief. Well, if he only had to wear the panties again, that was really no punishment for him. Not any more.

However, the Mistress had other ideas. To his horror, she took the panties from him and began to tie them over his mouth, tightening them and gagging him. The pink fabric which had seemed so pretty and delicate was now cutting into his flesh and making his eyes water. The School Mistress saw this and gave a sort of laugh. Yes, a SORT of laugh. Not the sort that makes you think of bright, sparkling sunshine and flowers. More the sort that makes you think of small stuffy rooms, the warm, dark velvet of night, of promises and secrets. “If the gag makes your eyes water, then I can’t wait to see what effect the next part of your lesson will have. Anyway, no one will hear you now.” The School Mistress glanced down and was secretly pleased to see that the boy’s penis was still hard and upright – like a puppy begging for attention – but the boy was not to see her pleasure. “Bend over my desk, filthy boy, the lesson’s about to begin.” The boy did as he was told. Really he had no choice. By now he was unable to do anything but follow the School Mistress down whatever path she led him. No matter where that path might end. He bent over the desk again and braced himself for another caning. Every nerve in his body felt alive and tingling but instead of the sound of his Mistress’s cane, he heard the silky whisper of clothing. What could she be doing? Surely not undressing? Suddenly he felt her press against him, felt the silk stockings, her warm smooth thighs against his. Felt the heat from that place he’d dreamt of so often, the slight tickle of hair and something else – something he couldn’t identify. Something hard and smooth. The School Mistress backed away a little, leaving him panting, almost weeping with anticipation and longing, even though at this point he was barely aware of what he longed for. He cried out through the gag as he felt the touch of his Mistress’s finger tracing the contours of his smooth young bottom, still burning from the caning he’d received. The finger slid between the cheeks, finding the tight, puckered opening, and probed gently but firmly. The boy was shocked and thrilled to the core. What was this? He’d heard of such things between some of the older boys in the school but the idea that a woman might do this had never occurred to him. She slid her finger out, leaving him dizzy and confused. Was that it then? It was not. He felt the School Mistress lean forward, over him. Felt her hard nipples pressing through her silk shirt, through his shirt and into his back. Felt her warm breath against his ear, betraying her excitement. Somehow, this frightened him more than anything. He felt her parting his buttocks with the fingers of one hand and that hard, smooth something pressing against his little virgin arsehole. He screamed through the gag as the thing pressed harder. Surely it would split him in two? The pain was excruciating and yet, and yet… Deep inside him a dark blossom of pleasure began to open. He stopped struggling and, without even realising he’d done so, gave up his soul to the School Mistress. His hard, throbbing cock dripped with precum and he no longer felt the need to restrain himself. Waves of bliss began to wash over him. The Mistress’s voice broke into his head “Well then, that’s enough for today!” and the probing thing was withdrawn and he felt her stand upright and move away. The boy groaned and sobbed through his gag. The tears ran down his red face and he turned to his Mistress – love and loathing showing clearly in his eyes. All the hate, all the love, all the frustrated desire. He saw the thing she had used on him. It looked like a large penis made of plastic or rubber and she was putting it away into a bag. Without even glancing at him she started to walk away saying, “And that, my boy, is control…”

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me  or look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

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So you think you want to be my bitch? Don’t make me laugh. You think you get to bear that title just by asking? Better think again little boy. First of all you have to prove your worth and of course you have to really, really want it.

You’re so young, so inexperienced. You’ve barely had more than a fumble with some young chickie in the back seat of your dad’s car, and yet you think you can be my bitch.

My heart goes out to you – it really does. Seeing you kneeling there – so contrite, so submissive. So deliciously innocent. Your flesh is smooth and completely unmarked. For now. I almost feel sorry for you – almost. You thought I’d be flattered when you said you wanted to be my bitch. You thought you were offering ME something didn’t you? What did you think it meant? That you only had to say the words and it was done? What you failed to understand – or rather one of the many things you failed to understand – was that it’s not about what YOU want – it’s about what I want and about what I’ll permit. What I won’t permit is some little boy making demands. Even kneeling hurt your feelings didn’t it? Made your smooth baby face go all red with indignation. Still, you did it. You whined and complained, but you bent your knees. I suppose you thought that because I didn’t say any words to you, that I hadn’t noticed or that I wasn’t going to punish you for it. Oh, little boy, you have so much to learn. You see, I know I told you that for a novice like you – a virgin – I always use the smallest of my strap-on dildos. The one that’s little larger than my index finger. But time has moved on since then. Things have changed. Your insolence, your wilfulness, your nonchalant attitude to what you’re about to become must be quashed. You need to be taken down a peg or two. Or should that be “taken up a dildo or two”? I won’t leave you kneeling there for long. I’m too eager to proceed. Aroused by your submission, by the anticipation of what’s to come. You think you know what to expect, but you have no idea.

You gasp a little when you feel my finger probing you. Is it the cold gel that made you gasp, or was it the first stirrings of arousal? I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that you can handle this. That this is nothing. This finger sliding slowly in and out brings only pleasure and no pain at all. That dildo I showed you was only a little larger, so… It’s just as well you can’t see my face – can’t see my smile as I spread the lube on the largest dildo I possess – 9″ and thick enough… well you’ll find out.

If you gasped when you felt my finger, then what sound will you make when I press the head of my bitch-maker against your tender flesh? I can’t wait to find out. I grasp your hair in my left hand, pulling your head back painfully. I position the dildo’s head against your tight, puckered little hole and take a deep breath. Perhaps you’d better take one too – bitch!

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I hope you realise that of course, even though we now call it “St Valentine’s Day”, it’s actually a pagan holiday? The christians stole all of our best holidays and traditions! For instance the Romans celebrated a holiday on February 14th to honour Juno Fructifier, the goddess/queen. In one ritual, women would submit their names to a common box and men would each draw one out. The two would be a couple for the duration of the festival (and sometimes – I suppose if they liked each other enough – for the following year). Both rituals were designed to promote not only fertility, but Life itself. Sounds far more interesting than a card and a bunch of flowers!

Whatever you decide to do, I wish you love and chocolate.

If you have a favourite fantasy, or if you’d like to explore any aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

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