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These writings and stories are from my wicked imagination aswell as from that has happened in real sessions with me.
Some are written by sluts that have served me and written about there experiances and some are from sluts about what they would like to experiance with me. I will leave it to you to decide which is which slut ;)
Slut Timothy
It was almost 10am on a wet rainy Thursday as I sat in my car watching the rain bounce of the windscreen. I was parked at the
back of a large public car park on the outskirts of Manchester. I had arrived quarter of an hour ago and immediately I sent a text
message, I politely stated that I had arrived, where I was parked and gave a description of my car and its registration. In under a
minute I had received a reply. As I read through the message I couldn’t help but shiver and not with the cold. “Excellent Bitch”
the message started “I’ll be there in half an hour, when I arrive I want to find you already stripped and ready to serve at once.
Keep a look out for a Black MPV with darkened windows. Once you enter you will give your car keys, mobile phone and wallet to
my driver. Of course you will get them back but only when I am done playing with you. Is that understood Bitch?” I quickly texted back a quick “Yes Mistress” and set about preparing. It was difficult to remove my cloths while seated in the car but I managed it, pulling my coat back on afterwards both to protect me from the cold and from anyone who might be watching. The seconds ticked slowly by, cars entered the car park, their drivers got out and walked off towards the nearby business park.
Every second I was afraid someone one might park close enough to look into my car and see me naked and eventually someone did but just gave me a disgusted look and walked towards the shops.
It was 30 minutes after I had arrived when a black vehicle pulled into the car park and drove over to the area where I was waiting. As it drove past I noticed it was a large black MPV with tinted windows. It stopped and parked up facing me a good 50 yards away. It flashed its lights once and I noticed the side door slide open although no one got out. Swallowing hard, trying to force down the fear I put aside my coat and stepped out of the car into the cold spring drizzle.........
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Sissies Strapon
I had just moved into a new town due to finding a new job. My girlfriend of several years decided she did not want to follow me to the suburbs of London and so we decided to break up. It was painful for the first few months and I became very lonely. I began to drink often at night and one night I went to my neighbors apartment under the the pretence of needing a corkscrew to open a bottle and asked if she wanted to join me.
Adrianna was in her early 30’s and very sexy with long hair and a very sexy figure. She had gorgeous breasts and was very confident about who she was. I liked her immediately and I think she liked me. Despite the 10 year difference in our age or perhaps because of it. We hit it off right away. I enjoy the company of an older woman and the wisdom she had and she enjoyed my youth and energy and my willingness to please her.
I began to go over to her house on a regular basis and drink wine. On my 3rd or 4th visit, once we had gone through a bottle of red wine, she asked me about my sexual fantasies. I was a little shy and told her so.
“It’s ok Shaun, I’m not going to tell anyone. I am very curious about these things and tend to be rather kinky in my sex fantasies, and often wonder if other people are too, but they are too shy to speak up about it.” Adrianna said.
“Well, what specifically do you want to know?” I asked.
“Do you have a sex fantasy that you often think about when you masturbate? “
“It varies but I have a few that always work for me, however I am not very comfortable sharing them.” I said.
“Have you ever actually done these sex fantasies that you think about?” Adrianna asked.
“Once, but it upset the balance of the relationship and I didn’t like it.” I explained.
“I understand. Well, please tell me Shaun, you have nothing to lose with me, and I am very interested.”
“Well, sometimes I fantasize about dressing up as a woman, and having sex with my partner.” I sheepishly said. It felt great to say it and I blushed and became aroused..............
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Slut Timothy
Two minutes ago she had entered my hotel room. I had heard the unlocked door open and someone in high heels enter. From
my position however I could not see who it was. After showering I had, as instructed, got down on the floor facing away from
the door, my face pressed into the carpet and arse raised up in the air. I had remained like that for nearly half an hour before
she finally arrived. I had heard the person behind me close and lock the door before putting something heavy down on the
floor. There was the sound of a Champagne cork being popped and of a glass being filled, but I didn’t move or say a single word.
Next thing I felt was someone standing over me from behind, a hand reached down pulled both my arms behind my back, there
was a pair of metallic clicks and I felt something cold and metal locked around my wrists, I was now handcuffed. I felt a hand
grab my hair and pull my head up until I was kneeling upright, a thick leather collar was fastened around my neck and a long
silver leash was clipped to it. Now she stepped past me and finally I got to see her for the first time in the flesh, Mistress
Adrianna, who I had dreamed about serving for several years and finally had gotten my chance.
She had her back to me as she walked up to the window and drew back the heavy green curtains. She then undid the buttons
of her rain coat and let it fall silently to the floor before turning to face me. She was dressed in a black PVC dress that I
recognised from her internet videos. She walked up to me and bent forward, I felt my eyes might pop out as I got a tantalising
glimpse of her cleavage. She spoke for the first time “So Bitch, are you ready?” she asked, “Yes Mistress” I replied nervously. She
grinned “that’s a good Bitch, so what do you think I’m going to do to you Slut?” “I think you’re going to fuck me Mistress”. Her
smile grew wider “that’s right Bitch, and where am I going to fuck you?” “In the ass Mistress”. “Correct, Bitch. So how am I going
to fuck you?” “Any way you desire Mistress”. She stepped back and looked at me “I see” she said “you’re a dirty Bitch aren’t
you” she fixed me with a stare “let me hear you say it, admit to me you are a dirty bitch and beg me to fuck you in the arse with
my biggest hardest strap-on”. She continued to stare at me waiting for me to obey, I gulped “I’m a dirty Bitch Mistress!” I
stammered out, “Please Mistress, please fuck my dirty ass with your biggest hardest strap-on”.
“Well said Bitch” she replied with a grin “now open your mouth wide”. I did as I was told and with one quick movement she
pushed a large black ball gag into my mouth and fastened it tightly behind my head..........
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Suck Strapon
It was 7 am as I opened my eyes and my head was still swimming, half in my dream and half in reality, I could practically feel the strapon in my mouth but when I reached up to wrap my fingers around it there was only air, it had been a dream afterall I guessed.
I had a huge hangover and could recall little of the previous nights celebration of my new job.
Ten minutes later I was in the shower rubbing myself all over with the soapy sponge when I heard a text message arrive on my mobile phone. I was to distracted soaping my cock and balls to answer it now and quickly dismissed it from my mind as I wanked my cock with my soapy hand as I recalled my dream and imagined the stapon in my mouth.
"Suck Strapon, Suck Strapon" I recited to myself as I closed my eyes and wanked my cock furiously.
The phone rang, I tried to block it from my mind "Suck Strapon, Suck my Strapon, Suck Strapon" I chanted to myself, trying to block out the phone as my rytheme started to suffer becasue of the phone interuption as it rang for the third time.
I stopped wanking and rinsed of my hand and reached over to my phone to see who was being so bloody persistent at this time on a sunday morning.
"Unknown bloody caller"
I pressed the answer button and snapped "who is it?"
"Don't you ever speak to me in that tone bitch" a very hard and threatening female voice hissed at me down the phone. All the hairs stood up on the back of my neck as I started to have flash backs to the previous night and also my dream. I was having difficulty seperating the images racing through my head into reality and dreamland.
"Sorry Mistress Adrianna" I heard myself saying but not knowing were the words come from, I dont know any Mistress Adrianna I thought to myself.
"You will be sorry when you eventually open the fucking door as I told you to in the text message I sent you bitch !!"
My heart missed about 7 beats and I felt faint as I started to remember the tall, sexy and rather bossy Female I had been chatting to in the bar. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself as I ran to the door, my fingers fiddled and fumbled with the lock as the towel dropped to the floor just as I pulled the door open.
"Pleased to see me at least" she hissed as she instantly grabbed my still erect cock and dragged me into the hall, kicking the door shut with her, what I now know to be, thigh high, six inch leather thigh boots. Her long leather trench coat swung behind her as she marched me accross the lounge by my cock, the smell of the leather was intoxicating............
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Slut Timothy 3
The car pulled into the parking bay just in front of the 1960s tower block. Mistress Adrianna stepped out of the driver’s seat and pulled open the sliding back door of the MPV. “Out Bitch” was all she said. I stepped out feeling more than conspicuous in my current outfit.
After spending a night in my hotel I had received a text from Mistress Adrianna early that morning ordering me to meet her outside the hotel at 11am. I was waiting for her when she arrived. After we had driven a few miles, Mistress Adrianna pulled the car over and told me to get in the back and strip off. She had then dressed me in my new outfit, a black G String, a black PVC mini skirt, fishnet tights, a bright pink halter top, 5 inch black heels and a long blonde wig. She had finished off my outfit with a red leather collar with matching wrist and ankle cuffs, bright red lipstick and eye shadow. Stumbling out on my new heels I looked around, there was no one about but I was sure I could see one or two of the curtains twitching. “Follow Me Bitch!” commanded Mistress and led me towards the door using the short leash attached to my collar. I tottered after her my hands cuffed behind my back, a two foot chain linking my two ankle cuffs together, the large butt plug she had forced into my ass caused me to walk in a most slutty fashion, moving my buttocks like a street walking whore. We reached the front door of the high rise block and Mistress pulled me inside. As we waited for the lift to descend I kept expecting for someone to emerge from one of the flats and see us. Eventually the lift arrived and we both stepped inside.
As the lift ascended to the top floor Mistress turned to me and spoke “One of my other Bitches is the caretaker for this building, so I get to use the facilities whenever I like”. The lift had by now reached the top floor and Mistress led me out onto the landing. She walked quickly along the corridor as I struggled to keep up, until we reached a locked utility door. Mistress produced a key and unlocked the door. Inside was a staircase at the top of which was another door that opened onto the building roof. The hot summer mid day sun blazed away above us and already I could feel myself begin to sweat. “On your knees Bitch” Mistress Adrianna told me, carefully I got down and waited looking up at her expectantly. “Now Bitch” she started “in your last email you said that you really enjoyed sucking cock, is that true?” “Yes Mistress Adrianna” I replied. “Yes What Bitch?” she said sternly, “Yes Mistress, I enjoy sucking cock”. She smiled briefly “and which do you enjoy sucking more Bitch, my strap-on or a real cock”. I thought for a second “Both Mistress” I replied, “I like sucking on both”. She fixed me with a thoughtful stare “that’s good Bitch, but so far you’ve only sucked one real cock and he only came on your face”, she grinned “so what would you say if I told you to suck on a real cock until he cums in your mouth, do you want to taste cum Bitch”. “Yes please Mistress” I replied “please let me taste and swallow real cum for you Mistress”. Mistress took out her mobile phone “very well Bitch” she said as she started to dial “I will grant you your request”. She turned away from me as her call was picked up at the other end, “It’s me Bitch, I’ve got a slut here eager to suck cock
so get up here now!”
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Slut Timothy 4
I arrived at a small discreet building on the outskirts of an industrial town near Manchester. I knocked on the heavy wooden door and after a few minutes it was opened. I was shown in by Mistress Adrianna’s TV maid. After checking my tribute to the Mistress the maid led me to a small room at the rear of the building. Inside, the room was sparsely furnished, it had a small chest of drawers, a single wardrobe, a dressing table and a single wooden chair. On the dressing table was a plain brown envelope on the front of which was written in bold red “read this now Bitch!” I opened the envelope and inside was a note written in the same red pen. I read it carefully “you’re outfit is in the top draw Bitch, I want you changed in 10 minutes, after which my maid will help you with the final touches”. I opened the draw as instructed, inside was the outfit, a white school blouse, a pleated tartan short skirt, a pair of white socks, black high heels and white cotton panties. I striped out of my own cloths and started to put on the school girl outfit. The blouse was too small to actually button up, but remembering the recent St. Trinians movie I instead tied the bottom ends together. I then pulled on the panties and skirt before stepping into the black shoes. Just as I’d finished the door opened and in walked the maid. She was carrying a couple of bags which she dropped on the floor. Without saying a word the maid indicated that I was to sit on the chair. Once I was seated she began unpacking one of the bags taking out a red leather collar and matching ankle and wrist restraints. Quickly she fastened these items around my neck, wrists and ankles before turning to the other bag. From it she produced a blonde pigtail wig and a hair net. She pulled the net and then the wig over my head and spent a couple of minutes making minor adjustments to the position of the wig. Then once she was satisfied she placed other items onto the dressing table, a powder compact, mascara, eye shadow and ruby red lipstick. For nearly 20 minutes I sat there while she applied the makeup to my face,
when she had finished I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognise myself, while I didn’t look as feminine as the maid and certainly no longer looked male.
Mistress Adrianna the Strapon Mistress from London, Manchester and the North West
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