xxx story – Dreams Of A Lady

She entered her spacious restroom, hearing her heels click the
shining marble flooring with a delightful echo. The water was gushing from
the shining taps and just about finished filling the big claw-footed
tub that stood out in the centre of the space, dominating. This restroom,
her personal one, was the size of some common apartments however it suited her
perfectly and fit into the scale of her sprawling castle wonderfully. The
high, arched windows rose 9 feet above the floor, and the flowing
sheers billowed gently with a gentle breeze.

She drew down the zipper of her fitted leather top, exposing her
flawless porcelain flesh and her firm breasts, smiling gently to herself as
she ran a fingertip throughout a crease that her top had actually left imprinted in her
skin. She hung the top on the wooden valet that stood beside the evaluated
dressing area. The zipper on her skirt was a somewhat harder tug, as it
drew the lightly elasticized material tightly to her toned derrière. She
lay the skirt aside too, and sat on the antique wooden chair roll to
unclasp her garters and roll the vintage silk stockings down her legs.

She stepped to the tub, swung her petite frame with dignity over the edge,
and let herself gradually sink into the steaming water and mound of bubbles.
She felt the water wash and circulation over her, drawing her into a different
world of relaxation. As she lay her head back against the molded pillow
fitted to the end of the tub, her eyes closed and she discharged a soft purr
of a groan.

Her day, while having actually been very pleasing, had been a tiring one,
and her respite was well-deserved. Maybe it had been a slightly more
attempting day for her slave, but that was to be expected, the thought, as her
lips curled into a silent smile. In the peaceful, with only the soft rustle
of the breeze and tune of a periodic bird, she could let the experiences
and memories of her day float over her, reliving them in toe-curling
detail.

She let each specific highlight have its own spotlight in her mind’s.
eye: the very first look on his face when she made him strip totally as he.
stood only steps inside her doorway, enjoying him struggle into the.
stockings and garters, his groans as she tightened up the bodice around his.
waist, pulling and pulling the laces, the blush on his face as she packed.
his bra with the breast forms, then viewing him battle to wiggled his.
entire body into the form-fitting rubber dress, the way his lips extended.
around the ball gag, the method that very same gag made his groans a gurgling.
blubber when she bent him over and plowed the huge plug up onto his ass.
She had been so strict with him, making him clean her entire cooking area,.
bottom to top, because condition.
Viewing each of these acts had actually been wonderful and reliving them now in.
her mind was simply as sweet, particularly as she knew his torture was still.
continuing, for even now, he was waiting in the torture she had left him.
in: trapped in a cage that was bit more than an upright tube of cast.
iron bars, the dildo packed inside his ass installed to a pole on the floor.
of the cage, keeping him basing on his toes on the steel deckplate of the.
cage’s base, barefoot in his stockings, drooling and groaning around his.

gag, his wrists cuffed together in steel shackles, behind his back.

She pressed at the taps with her toes, letting fresh hot water put into.
the tub, as she thought happily about his dilemma, his embarrassment.
and his improvement from the typical, if anxious male she fulfilled not so long.
back. She could consider him now only as her slut, her slave, her.
big-titted slut in outrageous clothing, doing any and all of the shameless.
things that floated into her mind.

There were times she feared the place that he had taken in her.
heart, for she loved him with a kind of pure burn. She enjoyed the method he.
moved, both when complimentary and when packed down with heavy chains. She loved the.
method he talked, when he aimed to reveal his ideas and dreams, when he.
struggled in fear to offer sincere responses to her interrogations and still.
avoid punishments, as well as the gurgling mmpphhhs that he dislodged around.
gags. She knew, in her love of him, that he still attempted to decline what he.
was, what she had help make him, and while that conflict in his mind made.
his embarrassments even more powerful, it likewise made her think he might one.
day aim to leave from her again. She could barely stand the thought of.
lacking him, so she put the unwelcome idea out of her mind. After.
all, if he attempted to leave her his own requirements and addiction would bring him.
back, like a 10 year old boy who escapes from house, just to come toddling.
back in time for lunch. She brought her mind back to him now, as he was,.
and smiled commonly, even if a concern still remained in her mind: was she.
as much his as he was hers?

She focused on his trials, present and past, and let his.
shames thrill her even more, letting her ideas circling around.
them. As she did, she felt as though she might in fact begin to think of.
his thougths, the responses of his mind and body, nearly feel the burning.
soreness he must feel on his cheeks when she shames him prior to her buddies,.
or in front of strangers. His ideas, his dreams, his desires, his.
inmost needs appeared to wash over her and cover her as entirely as the.
bathwater.

Relaxing there a growing number of deeply, reclined in the fragrant water, she.
might practically physically feel the tightness of the clothes she put him in,.
she could practically feel the cool air up his short skirts, practically feel the.
boucing of his slutty fake tits in those low cut tops, and how the latex or.
leather would simply cling to his body. She could almost feel the experiences.
of vulnerability and of being completely managed that he should feel when.
his body was trapped by the cages or bandage she put upon him, or the.
internal and external torture from the toys utilize upon him.

The link in between their minds was so strong, and she made sure that this.
was what permitted her to feel these things nearly as if they were happening.
to her herself, as is she was standing there in his place, feeling the.
total dominance by another nearly overwhelming. That image, that.
experience, that near-perfect link in between the two of them, permitting his.
ideas to stream into her like never previously, filled her mind as she wandered.
off into a light sleep.

The rich and genuine world of her thoughts changed into dreams, and she.
saw and felt herself completely in his location, but with subtle modifications she became.
knowledgeable about as she felt her body squirm. Instead of being in a small cage in.
a dark basement storage room, she remained in the centre of the castle’s.
large library. Her wrists were drawn high over her head, chains from.
cuffs at her wrists disappearing approximately the ceiling. Rather of being up on.
her toes in bare feet, she felt the tight grip of leather ballet boots.
holding her feet pointed in a severe point. She wasn’t well balanced atop a.
dildo pole, however she felt the invasion of large phallises inside her pussy.
and ass, though all she might see of them was the rubber thong that sealed.
them inside her.

Much like she left him, she used a tightly laced waist cincher, however in.
place of the complete coverage bra holding his latex breast kinds, she wore a.
demi cut bra built of fine lace and ribbon, barely covering her.
nipples. The part of her mind that knew she was dreaming filled with.
odd delight as she felt his fantasies nearly guiding hers, as she was able.
to look down at her own breasts simply as cartoonishly big as his were.
made, but in this dream hers are completely real, and she felt her flesh.
tingle and her nipples stiffen as roaming breeze flowed across her body.

She felt and tasted the controling existence of the penis gag in her.
mouth – it pressed down on her tongue with the strong smack of both her own.
pussy and his cum. It was a taste of submission, and it provided her a high.
that she had actually never felt because way before.

She squirmed, plucking her bonds, not to really to aim to free herself,.
but rather to feel their strength, to feel how securely they held her, to.
offer her body the complete release of being able to toss all she had at them.
and understand they would still hold her tight. She felt her body extended.
tight, pulled long and tight, and she felt the experience of it growing in.
her shoulders and her sides. The weight that she was able to transfer to.
the flooring made her toes ache with their enforced posture, and she felt the.
boots to tight and hot around her feet.

As the experience of her position intensified with the passage of time.
she started to move her weight from foot to foot, not only to give her body.
some relief, however also, she realized with a blush, because she desired to.
feel the rigid toys inside her relocation. She might feel her pussy so wet, so.
hot, reacting to everything she was experiencing. Her ideas were.
changing; it wasn’t like in the tub, where she was aroused by viewing him.
battle, or envisioning him undergoing these things for her, but she was.
tingling from the feelings themselves, the psychological experience in addition to.
the physical one. She could feel the toys up inside her, teasing her, and.
she might picture exactly what she appeared like, wriggling to feel them more.
intensely, however she wanted it, needed it at that minute.

She stopped after a few minutues, with a groan of disappointment. It
wasn’t enough! She could not make them move the way she desired them to,
needed them to. It was exasperating, feeling her arousal grow and grow
up until she desired so badly to bring herself to launch, however being kept back
by the control of another. She wanted just be back in her bath, to feel
her fingers freely splay between her thighs, to bring herself off, however she
just could not make herself get up.

At the exact same instant, she recognized that her desire to be totally free wasn’t.
rather total. She wished to feel this sluggish rolling boil of feeling.
last longer and longer, not desiring it to end simply yet. Even more.
powerful, more affecting on her mind, was the realization that it didn’t.
matter what she desired. There didn’t seem to be any way she might alter.
her scenario, her sensations, she was trapped, a hostage of these odd.
brand-new dreams.

She leaned her head back, closing her eyes and blurting a soft groan.
of pleasure and aggravation and desire, all involved one. In that.
minute, because short-term darkness, she felt his touch. She might inform.
quickly that it was him, her servant, although he had an unknown.
self-confidence to his movements. He was behind her, pushing his body up versus.
hers, grinding his stiffness against her as he moved his body downwards.
Then she feels his hands – had they always been that strong? – pushing her.
legs apart. The pressure at her arms and shoulders only increased as her.
legs were spread out, at least two feet apart, however if he noticed her distress he.
didn’t let on, as she only felt this brand-new position forced upon her by a.
spreader bar he was locking onto her ankles.

She let herself feel it, let the sensations sink in, both unpleasant and.
the arousing, letting them blend together. She kept her eyes closed, as his.
hidden touch now went up her body, letting his fingers graze up the.
withins of her thighs, along her stocking seams, over her ass, curling over.
hips, up her sides, curving to her front, over the tight waist cincher,.
till he cupped her breasts in her bra strongly and adoringly, however likewise with a.
concrete, mysterious tone of ownership. She felt their unusual new.
fullness, the weight of her breast in his grip, and his kneading made them.
feel alive in his grip.

She felt his fingers slide over her breasts, making her tingle. Her.
nipples responded, stiffening the moment his thumb and forefinger grasped.
them, and they just grew stiffer and more sensitized as his pressure.
increased, pinching and rolling them, up until her eyes jerked open, looking.
down to see his fingers closing gleaming steel clover secures upon them.
They stood out stiffer and further than she ‘d ever seen them, poking out.
over the top of her bra cups, the clamp device weighing them down and the.
linking chain swaying in a gentle arc in between her enormous brand-new tits.

The clamps harmed, shooting a type of extreme shooting pain into her body,.
however hi also made her even hotter, and the way her own movement caused the.
chain to sway and tease her nipples just made her wetter. There didn’t.
appear to be words she could put to this experience even in her quiet.
thoughts. They injure, yes, however the buildup of feelings over her entire.
body, from her hurting feet, her stiffening calves, the maddening intrusions.
of her ass and pussy, the hugging grip of her waist cincher, and even the.
pulsing discomfort at her nipples and soreness at her shoulders, they all simply.
seemed to offer her the ability to feel whatever with a new strength,.
like the volume had been turned up on her worried system.

It made her want more, simply more, more of whatever. More pleasure,.
more pain, more of anything to feed her growling requirement. She realised.
that she was groaning non-stop around her gag, which slick ropes of.
saliva were trailing down her chin and making thick drops upon her heaving.
breasts.

She got an answer to her needs, thought it wasn’t the answer she would.
have selected. Her moans were stunned into screams as without warning she.
felt the cheeks of her ass explode in near blinding discomfort. She could tell,.
in the panting seconds after the strike, that she was feeling her leather.
flogger first hand – the way the leather tails spread and curled around her.
curves as they slapped at her. She wasn’t offered much time to contemplate.
that strike, however, as it was rapidly followed with another, and another,.
and another. He was developing a rhythm, moving his arm and the flogger.
in the practiced figure-eight of an expert tormentor. She was shrieking.
versus her gag, her spittle bubbling around it, and her body jerked in a.
vain effort to prevent each landing. Her spasming movement just served to.
shake her nipple clamps, increasing that abuse also.

He was assisting the strokes thoroughly, altering his target so somewhat.
each time, so that he was reddening her ass and the backs of her legs.
entirely and uniformly. She could not escape, she couldn’t prevent them, as.
they rained down again and again, in an apparently continuous torture.

And then, and quickly and as wordlessly as it started, it was over. She.
was panting, her heart pounding, and she felt as though a fire had actually been lit.
under her skin, as though it needs to be glowing and visibly throbbing. She.
slumped down, and could not do anything however let herself be suspended by her.
wrist bondage. She was ringing, aching, and in shock. How might she.
be dreaming this, feeling this? She never had dreamed of taking his location.
in the past, she had never ever had the slightest interest it in, and yet here she.
was, not just dreaming it, but enjoying it, and relatively caught in a dream.
that wasn’t near made with her yet.

She questioned, in a haze, exactly what would it would require to get up? Was.
orgasm that similar to a little death? Would it take release to release her.
from the slavery of these ideas?

Her musing was disrupted by the sensation of the strength of his hand on.
her body, a body she only now recognized was glowing all over. He had.
moved a piece of furniture in front of her; it looked like those pommel.
horses from gymnastics, and it was extended out before her, lengthwise.
Her hands were released from the ceiling, still cuffed together, but she could.
lower her arms, which she finished with a gingerly pain. He took firm hold.
of her wrists prematurely, and pulled her forwards, so that she was laying.
down along the horse, and she felt its padded surface area underneath her from her.
stubborn belly to the middle of her chest, which just pressed her breasts greater.
upwards, as they squeezed over the end and sides, with her nipple clamp.
chain swaying, keeping the sensations of her nipples fresh and raw.

He used large leather straps in 3 locations to strap her body stationary.
to the horse, and he ratcheted them so tight that she though she wasn’t.
going have the ability to breathe. He released her left wrist from the cuffs, however just.
enough time to pull her arms up behind her back, and lock them secure as soon as.
more.

She strained to raise her head, to meet his eyes, but he seemed to move.
around her with the shadows as his ally, always simply in the dark our out of.
her sight, shielding his face and expression from her pleading eyes.

His motions fasted and effective, expert, as if he didn’t desire.
to squander a single motion or second as he prepared her for exactly what was to come.
For her part, she felt so odd and uncertain, feeling his hands move over.
her now with bit more expression or emotion that he may have had.
building something out of wood. She felt inexpensive, exposed, defenseless,.
frustrated, needy, humiliated – she was so open, so exposed, barely dressed.
and with mouth, cunt and ass packed up with sex toys, while her thighs.
were wet with dripping need and her drooling lips felt inflamed and starving.
And in this position, this circumstance, her thoughts didn’t even appear her.
own, as they were telling her body that she loved it. She yearned for nothing.
more that to be this for him, to be his sex toy, to be positioned and used to.
please him, aesthetically and sensually. Her lust was boiling up inside her,.
with a brazen requirement to cum, however at the exact same time if he desired to just hold.
her in this manner so he could take a look at her, she could long for nothing more.

See her he did, as his hands were unexpectedly gone from her body, and he.
was circling her, enjoying her flesh pressure, pushed between the tight.
bondage with each breath, her breasts heaving, her nipples swollen around.
the cold steel grip of the clamps, and he took down on the chain, only.
making them bite harder into her.

He lagged her as soon as more, dragging his fingertips over the smoldering.
coal of her assflesh, he appeared for a moment mild, however then with a rip.
and jerk he tore her thong from her and the integrated dildos were torn.
from her holes in a wet slurping double pop. She shouted once again into her.
gag, with the pain and pity of it. After using them inside her body for.
so long she felt as if she her holes need to be gaping large open.

And as if testing that assumption, he was suddenly inside her, driving.
his thick stiff cock up into her pussy, slapping his body against her sore.
ass and checking the strength of the straps holding her body in place. She.
felt him drive so deep; she felt so complete and so shamefully wet, understanding he.
might tell in an instantaneous what does it cost? she needed this. 5 thrusts up into.
her soaked sex were all he took, nevertheless, before he withdrew from her.
completely, moving his slick shaft in between her ass cheeks, making her.
wait, struggle, prior to he refilled her, this time pushing against the.
dildo-stretched rosebud of her ass, lubricated with her own nectar, and his.
thrusts were no less deep and complete, if only slightly slower, and she feel.
his hands gripping her incapacitated hips, as he thrust deep, over and over.

She could not believe this, she couldn’t comprehend the state she was in.
She was taking her slave up her ass, taking his cock, taking him finish.
control. This wasn’t a case of her providing him sex, however rather him taking.
her, riding her, fucking her on his own terms, at his own speed and exactly.
how he wanted to, and more than just taking it or enabling it, she felt.
more lust and requirement than she could keep in mind. Her lust was rising off any.
chart she could consider.

But simply as she was fighting to accept that his warm wet cock in her.
ass, pumping, seemed practically to make her cum, he ran out her once again.
She didn’t remain empty long, as he clearly prepared for this transition, and.
twin dildos pushed into her simultaneously, so thick and deep into her pussy and.
ass – they were so big, and she felt the patterns and ribs on their.
surface, however she was shamefully thankful to be filled again, even by.
humiliating toys. And oh god, even as they began to pump into her on.
their own, unforgiving alternating thrusts. Each dildo was installed on a.
steel rod, fixed to rotating wheel powered by an industrial strength.
fucking maker, protected behind her, and it spand and ran and drove the.
toys into her, slow and deep and non-stop.

She had actually been left on the edge by his cock, on the precipice of orgasm by
his fucking, so she intended to her own disgrace that this impersonal maker
would grant her the release she required with every fiber of her being. But
it wasn’t sufficient – it was too slow, too methodical – it just made her feel
like a slut, on screen, getting the most mortifying sort of fucking she
could imagine.

At least it was a dream, at least it was only in her head, at least no
one might see her like this, no one would know, none of them might potentially
ever be allowed to know … She referred to as soon as the idea entered her
head that she never should have permitted it.

She opened her eyes and had a hard time to raise her head and browse the
roomy space. She him, her slave, so close, and his delicious cock still
damp with her juices, he was rubbing it gradually and firmly while he moved
around her. She looked around more, struggling to see, and her fears were
recognized, as there, just at the edge of the shadows, were the two other
males. They were guys she had allowed to serve her as servants; men whom she had
sissified and humbled when it pleased her. Now, although heavy chains
locked to metal collars around their next held them far from her, she
might might see that each had is own meat in his hands, jerking off
ferociously at the sight of her debasement.

Her ideas were weird and alien to her again, even in this
terrible minute, as she recognized that the sight of them, these three
servants now watching her trapped and fucked, was only making her wetter.
Her valued favorite and these 2 servants were plainly excited,
seeing her. The sight of her body, her torment, her usage, it was
stiffening their cocks, making them breath in quick jerking gasps. Chained
as they were far from her, they had no choice but to take themselves in
their hands, so terrific was the desire she was prompting in them. How might
this make her wet, make her aroused? She was a girl, a dominant, a.
Mistress – not some common whore to be home entertainment for males, however her body.
was declining her thinking, and she felt herself grinding against the.
horse she was strapped onto, aching to fuck back versus the pistoning.
rubber dicks. She desired them to fuck her harder, much faster, deeper.

He unbuckled her gag and drew it from her mouth, letting it slide out in.
a long wet slurp. He talked to her now, lastly, and the sound of his voice.
flowed over her like honey.

” Are you my slut?”.

She groaned in shame. How might these thoughts remain in her head, how could.
all of this be making her body react by doing this. She attempted to mumble in the.
affirmative.

” Speak up!” There was rage in his voice, something she had actually never ever heard,.
and it frightened her to the core.

” Are. You. My. Slut?” Each word hit her like a slap throughout the face.

” Yes!”.

” Are you my slut?”.

” Yes. Oh god yes.” There were tears rolling down her confront with the.
rawness of all of it.

” Does my slut want to cum?”.

” Yes! please yes!”.

” Does my slut requirement to cum?”.

” Oh yes! Oh god please yes, please!” The sound of her voice in ragged.
pleaded was so foreign to her ears.

” Good lady.”.

She was puzzled; was that yes, was that no? His stiff cock silenced.
her, and she felt him drive totally into her mouth, sliding over her tongue,.
till she felt the spongy purple heat hot against the back of her throat.
He relapse, then into her once again. Another withdrawal, taking him nearly.
from mouth, was consulted with the suction of her lips, as she required to feel.
him inside her, as the machine never stopped filling her up from behind.
With the third thrust, he talked to her, just to her, and commanded her,.
” CUM.”.

She felt the thick heat of his surge in her mouth and throat, and.
she tasted it filling her up as her own release fell upon her like a.
crumbling wall. It damaged her completely, and yelled with her mouth.
loaded with him, bubbling jism all around her lips. Her mouth grasped and.
drew him with all she had, and her body was grasping the mechanical.
dildos with such force that she handled to slow the motor noticably. The.
orgasm just wouldn’t stop, and ended up being not numerous, but one that just.
appeared to last and last and last, until she felt lightheaded and her vision.
started to blur and darken at the edges. She dropped stationary on the horse.
as she lost consciousness.

She woke up with a jerk in the tub, sending out water presenting over the.
edges as splashing across the flooring. Her face was flushed, and she was.
breathing rapidly. She could not keep in mind a dream ever being so vibrant.
She ran her hand over her face, and tried to calm herself, however there was.
something there. A taste, on her lips. Her eyes jerked large open in.
shock and shock. But there was no chance it might have been.

She bounded out of the tub, wrapping a bath sheet around her as she ran.
to him, barefoot, her damp feet pounding down the castle’s passages, till.
she reached him.

He existed, caged, caught, just as she left him. She turned from.
him, breathed a long sigh, and wonderfed if she would bother to explain her.
look, when she returned again, effectively dressed. One thing appeared.
odd, however, and she turned back to him quickly. There, on his thigh,.
was his cum. She simply could not picture how he could have brought himself.
to launch while trapped so completely.

Much more unpleasant was the knowing smile in his eyes, that bared her to.
her core.

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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