Stories - Domestic Discipline

	brown (submitted by: EmpressM [website]) Female Domination ,male slavery TRAINING DAY this is the story of pathetic Brown. it is fitting to start from the bottom and work to the top. The sublime Mistress was not only clever but physically magnificent. Her brilliance was that much greater beside the degraded beast Brown. Each night, she came to check on the slumbering hound?most recently for the purpose of inserting the next larger plug in her series, an action she liked to think of as ?inserting a submission cartridge?, almost as if Brown were one of the more advanced game consoles and she were changing his program (who needs a robot, thought the Mistress, if a flesh and blood slave can be programmed so easily to submit and obey?). At such times she wore only a loose sleeping chemise or camisole, which, when she lifted its edge revealed that her panty of choice was a transparent thong, and that her sex was kept cleanly and completely shaven. Her long, honey-gold hair, combed out before bedtime by her obedient servant, cascaded down over her shoulders and neck. A nose or snout within reach could become inflamed by the smell of wheat and flowers that her hair left afloat in the air as she passed; an even closer inspection would reveal the equally maddening aroma from her skin of fresh, sweet milk. Tall, almost six feet in heels, Mistress had a generous bosom, 42C to be exact, the C cup indicating an almost perfect conical shape to her breasts, which looked even more perfect due to their symmetry, and the size conveying the ample generous fullness of them, jiggling gently in unison as she strode or bouncing violently when she was straddling and smothering Brown?s face with her bottom. This last bit was every bit as soft but, of course, firmer than her breasts, and Mistress knew with a sneering self-confidence that a glimpse of her rounded, heart-shaped ass was enough to instantly ensnare a man and leave him a babbling and helpless fool. This was exactly what had happened to the man Brown used to be. The nightshirt was comfortwear for bedtime only, and was far different from the outfit Mistress favored for running Brown through his exercises during the morning hours. For drills and training Mistress favored a crotchless, skintight leather or latex body suit (the latter of which took longer for her to get into, requiring Brown to first oil her entire body and then aid her, one limb after the other, in pulling it on). The smell of each was different, of course; sometimes her whim dictated latex, despite the lengthier preparation, because she woke with the phantom scent of latex in her nostrils; other times, it was leather she craved, for its animal scent, which seemed to blend with her own musk when she was actively exercising Brown. The morning following her late night visit described in the previous chapter, Mistress woke and decided she would wear her leather suit. She woke Brown, who greeted her excitedly, untied him and instructed him to fetch her black suit. Since he would not be required to shine her suit, which he did for the latex version, or to help her in putting it on, Mistress decided Brown could help her with her morning toilet. As she stepped toward the shower, Brown waited expectantly, kneeling, ready to hand her the soft and fluffy towels he would help her dry herself with. Mistress was feeling playfully wicked this morning, so as she stepped out of her thong she balled it up in one hand and forced the crumpled, musky panties entirely into Brown?s mouth, which she then instructed him to keep shut during the length of her shower. Mistress hadn?t quite decided what treatment she had in store for Brown or how the panties would come into play, until she got under the water and the shower?s stream immediately sent a signal to her bladder, which was quite full from two glasses of water she had drunk from the nightstand the night before. When she was finished soaping and rinsing, Mistress cut off the water and turned to face the shower door. ?Crawl to me useless dog, it?s time for your morning juice,? Mistress commanded. Brown set the towels to one side and crawled forward on his mitts until his head was over the threshold of the shower stall. ?Turn and lie on your back, feet in the air slutpuppy,? said Mistress, positioning the dog?s head under her with her feet, ?and keep your mouth shut over that thong or I will make you swallow it.? The hound was obedient, in fact it was shaking visibly as it realized what Mistress intended, as she now squatted over its face. As that divine ass descended closer, Brown?s doggiecock began to stir and straighten, straining against its prison. Mistress continued to squat down lower until her full, plump pink pussy was just a few inches above Brown?s mouth. ?Open, Brown,? she ordered. As she braced her squatting form against the wall of the shower with one hand, she lowered the other down along her belly, pulling back the outer lips of her pussy with her forefinger and thumb. ?Take that,? she challenged the dog menacingly. Only Mistress? strict training allowed the puppy to fight the powerful physical urge to close his mouth; he did close his eyes tight as Mistress? strong stream of golden piss began to spatter his face; Mistress minutely adjusted her aim, directing the entirety of her stream within the confines of Brown?s mouth, where the fabric blocked and absorbed the force. Finding her balance without the need for a steadying hand, Mistress now reached down from the other side to pinch Brown?s nostrils shut. If he was going to breathe, he now had to swallow, and began to do so, finding it awkward to do so unless he sucked on the cloth of the thong. After what seemed like hours of agony, and when Brown was on the edge of choking for real, Mistress released his nostrils as her stream slowed to drops. ?No swallowing,? she now commanded, and was able with a couple of final squeezes to soak the cloth thoroughly again. With firm hands she closed Brown?s jaws and sent him to fetch his ballgag. When he had returned to place it at her feet, she lifted it to his mouth, where she pushed it right in on top of the pisscloth, and fastened it tight around the back of his neck. ?you are not to swallow during your exercises this morning, is that understood.? The dog nodded silently in agreement. ?If you can keep the rag as moist as it is now after we?ve run through all your drills, I will let you eat my pussy like a good boy.? Now, Brown let out a distinctly un-doglike, contented purr. It was going to be a great day. WRITTEN BY caballitoesclavo@yahoo.com

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AUG-26-2004 chan [email]	Comment on all excellent
MAY-9-2005 womens toilet slave [email]	Comment on Story The story is good and horney but not extreme enough.Never describe how the soiled panties smells,and when the mistress squat on the slave face he should have describe the aroma of the morning pussy,and about her fragrance ass.And lastly the mistress should have feed the slave with brown hot cake.Next time please improve and make the story more horney and nasty.