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  I arrived with my equipment about fifteen minutes before the bitch got there.

  I told him quietly if he made a sound he would be punished. With his quiet, “Yes, Mistress” I began.

  I unzipped his pants and took them down to his knees. His cock was already semi-hard. I took my sounding rods out of their special case. The rods were specially made for me. The case had “Mistress Brianna” beautifully stitched on the lid.

  He was getting harder as I squeezed his cock. I used some special lubricant and inserted the tip of the sounding rod into his hole. He jumped and groaned. I whispered harshly, “If you move, it will really hurt and cause damage. Stay still!”

  He was whimpering like the little bitch he loves to be.

  I slowly inserted the rod another inch. It was now two inches deep. I would not go past “Cobbs Curve”. When I started moving it in and out, his whimpering turned to groans. He was a painslut and I knew this first time was hurting him. His cock was rock hard.

  I let go of the sound when it was four inches deep. I reached into my bag again and pulled out four alligator clips. I watched with amusement as his cock moved up and down when he breathed.

  I grabbed his scrotum, pulling down. He whimpered again as I stretched his sac as far as it would go without damaging him. I attached the first clip to the skin in the middle, right beside the vein. He yelped then murmured, “Sorry my Mistress.”

  I attached another clip an inch away, then let go of his sack. “Oh God!” he practically yelled.

  Without pausing, I attached the other clip to his frenulum. He moaned loudly as the teeth bit into his sensitive skin. The scars on his cock were very noticeable when he was hard. I did not create all of the scars, only one, from the alligator clip. He begged me to lead him by his cock and that is how I did it, with a clip attached to a leash. He was too slow and the clip came off, taking a few layers of skin with it.

  He was making the familiar moans and whines before an orgasm. I knew he wouldn’t cum without permission. I fucked his piss hole with that rod, pulling and releasing his ball sac.

  He was muttering “Oh my God, oh my God,” over and over under his breath.

  I slowly took the sound out and grabbed his hand. I told him to lick it clean. He jumped and said, “Yes Mistress.”

  While he licked it clean, I pulled the clips off him. There were beads of blood on his scrotum, but that would heal easily.

  I asked if anyone was around, he said no, so I got up from underneath the table. I stared down at him and said, “That was called sounding. We will continue to do that to stretch you out. I want you to be able to take the biggest sound in a month. Go under the table and fetch my equipment. That’s a good bitch.”

  He came out from under the table, looked at his pants around his knees and back at me with a questioning look. I told him he could sit back down and pull up his pants.

  I gave him the task of writing me an email to tell me what he liked about the experience, then I left.

  Brianna’s Mock Rape

  There is only one man in my circle that fucks me, Warren. He is not one of my bitches. He’s a colleague of mine who has similar interests. He is a very fit, very professional, very handsome man I’ve worked with for nine years. We’ve had a relationship almost from the beginning. It is about sex and nothing else. I want nothing from him but that and he is the same.

  A few months ago, I met his new girlfriend at a company function. She was pretty, very petite and I could tell was subservient to him. I dismissed her after I said my polite hellos. When I am among my colleagues, I do not talk about personal things. I have been accused of “not having a life”. This makes me laugh because, as you now know, my life is very satisfying to me.

  When we were away at a conference, he told me his girlfriend was very intimidated by me. I was not surprised, I am intimidating to both men and women. He told me about a fantasy of his, me dominating his pretty girl. I wasn’t really interested as I have to be the one in control and if he is present and orchestrating the scenario, I am not in control. Then he told me what he had in mind and I agreed.

  The next conference, he brought his girl. We arranged to have joining rooms. When the appointed time came, I entered his room through the shared door.

  I was naked.

  As promised, she was naked on the bed, fucking herself with the dildo I told Warren to buy her. She was very embarrassed, grabbed the sheet to cover herself and told me Warren wasn’t there.

  I walked to the edge of the bed and pulled the sheet roughly from her hands. She was shocked when I said, “I am not here to see Warren.”

  I climbed on the bed and crawled over her. I was looking down on her, over top of her naked body. I moved slightly and my nipples brushed hers. She gasped and tried to get out from underneath me. I grabbed her wrists and immobilized her. With my knees, I spread her legs. She was struggling, telling me to let her go. I didn’t respond and leaned down to grab her left nipple in my teeth. She groaned and thrust her hips upward. I bit and licked her nipple, making it totally erect. I moved to the other nipple, listening to her gasp for breath. She stopped struggling.

  Her legs were spread wide. My pussy inches from hers. I put one leg over her hip and pushed my pussy up against hers. She cried out when she felt me grinding my pussy hard against her wet cunt. Our lips spread and closed against each other.

  “Your cunt is wet,” I told her. She cried out “Oh God!” and tried to get away again. “I know you like it, you’re getting my pussy all slimy with your cunt juices.” I kept grinding as I moved her hands together above her head. With one hand, I held her wrists, her strength no match for mine. I grabbed the dildo laying forgotten beside her. Without a word, I thrust it deep in her. My mouth pressed down on hers, swallowing her scream. I moved my hips further from hers to give me more room to fuck her. I held her wrists and moved so I was lying beside her. I entwined my legs with hers, making her unable to close her legs. She tried struggling again and I bit her nipple. She screamed and I told her, “Hold still. I am going to fuck your cunt whether you like it or not.” I pulled the dildo completely out of her and thrust it back in hard. In spite of herself, she was thrusting her hips to meet my thrusts.

  At this point, the door opened and Warren walked in. Her eyes were closed tightly and she didn’t see him. He got undressed by the door, his cock rock hard at the sight of what I was doing to his pretty little girl.

  She moved her hips up to meet my thrusts. She was whimpering and moaning, saying my name over and over. “Please Brianna ... please,” she whimpered.

  “Please what? Please stop or please don’t stop?” Warren asked.

  If I hadn’t had a tight grip on her, she would’ve jumped out of my hands.

  “Warren! Help me! She came in! I can’t get away!” she yelled at him.

  “Looks like you don’t want to get away,” he said quietly, coming over and pinching a hard nipple.

  “Warren! What are you doing? Help me!” she begged.

  “I am helping you, see?” he said. He leaned over and kissed her passionately. I kept fucking her while he kissed her. She was back to moaning, back to thrusting her hips, taking every inch of her eight inch dildo.

  He traced his hand along her side and over her stomach. He spread her pussy lips wide. She was wildly bucking now, an orgasm ready to burst from her screaming cunt. Her whimpering and moaning turned to oh Gods. With his thumb, Warren rubbed her clit hard as she came. She screamed into his mouth. My hand was drenched when she was finished cumming. The dildo was so slippery, it was hard to hold onto.

  I got up off the bed thrust my hand in her face.

  “Lick your cum off my hand,” I ordered.

  Without a word of protest, she hungrily licked my hand clean. I pinched her nipple until she screamed and I left the room.

  Brianna’s Slut Gets Cock

  He knelt before me, looking at my breasts hungrily. He would never touch them without my permission, his training is progressing we
ll. He responds immediately to commands with no thought. He has explicit trust in me, which is the most important thing about power exchange.

  Today was a test. I wanted to see how much he actually trusted me, if it was complete or if there was even a scrap of hesitation.

  He was naked, I was naked. He was swaying towards me and back again. His need to touch me was so strong. I looked down at him and told him he has been such a good little slut for me he was getting a reward.

  He looked up at me. His eyes shining with interest, but knowing to speak would be a mistake. I leaned down, my lips brushing his, whispering, “My good, good slut.”

  He moaned, beginning to tremble, he clasped his hands to his thighs so he wouldn’t touch me. My breath in his ear, I said, “You are going to taste my sweet pussy today slut.”

  He moaned again and with passion in his voice he thanked me profusely. I lied down on the bed, my long legs spread wide. He came down quickly, wanting to taste me. “Stop!” I commanded. He looked at me, realizing he was going too fast. He slowly put his face close to my pussy. He inhaled deeply, smelling me, breathing me in. He told me before he loves the smell of me and when I allow him to lick me, he doesn’t wash his face after. He wants to smell me for as long as he can.

  I trained him well, feeling him touch my clit with the tip of his tongue. He licked me slow, barely touching my tingling button. I grabbed him by the hair, keeping him there. He moaned and I loved the vibration on my wet pussy. His breath was hot and just like I taught him, he put his finger at the entrance of my pussy. He kept it there, slowly circling my hole, the rhythm of his tongue not changing.

  There was a noise as my guest entered the room. I had let go of my slut’s hair and I was proud of his training when he did not look up to see who had come into the room.

  My friend was on time. Dan is 6'-3", about 200 lbs, a very big man. He also had a big cock. His cock measures 8x6. He stripped silently, looking at me and my slut between my legs. When he took his jeans off, I could see his hard cock outlined in his boxer briefs.

  “This is the ass I’m fucking Mistress?” he asked.

  My slut jumped and moaned into my pussy. He told me months ago about his fantasy of being used by a big man. He probably thought I forgot about it. I never forget. I threw Dan my lube and condoms out of the drawer beside the bed.

  I pulled my slut off my pussy and told him to stay there. “You are going to make me proud and suck Dan off really good aren’t you slut?” I asked.

  “Yes Mistress. Whatever you want, I will do anything for you,” he answered, his voice trembling.

  Dan got on the bed, grabbed slut’s head and pushed him on his cock without a word. Slut gagged but did not stop. Dan moaned and called him a slut, telling him to suck his cock. I lubed up my slut’s ass, and my fingers. I slowly pushed my fingers in his ass, not wanting to rip him. I gently fucked his ass until I felt him relax around my fingers. I inserted another finger, stretching him, fucking him harder. He was gagging and whimpering on Dan’s cock. I pounded him hard, my knuckles pushing hard against him. I was getting hornier and hornier and slut knew that. Slut knows the hornier I get, the rougher I get.

  I pulled my fingers out of his ass. “Your slutty asshole is gaping open,” I told him.

  “Dan, come fuck this ass,” I said to Dan, without taking my eyes from his gaping asshole.

  I got back on the bed, slut’s head immediately plunging back into my pussy. He moaned loudly, licking me, rubbing his face all over me. His face was wet from my juices. Fingering his ass made me so wet and telling Dan to fuck him was making me so horny. I always try to remain in control but slut’s whimpering and Dan’s beautiful cock were making it difficult.

  “Put it in Dan,” I ordered.

  I pulled slut’s hair so he was looking at me. “Arch your back like a good little slut,” I whispered. He did as he was told. “Keep your eyes on me, do not close them,” I ordered.

  Obediently, he stared into my eyes. I watched them widen as Dan’s big cock pushed against his asshole. I was muttering, “Like that slut? Like feeling your ass stretch? Does it hurt? Take his big cock slut!” I was getting louder and louder, keeping my eyes on my slut. Dan pulled back and looked at me. I looked up and nodded. I quickly looked back down at my slut as Dan plunged his cock into my slut’s ass. He forced it deep in his ass. Slut’s mouth opened, he screamed, keeping his eyes on mine. I felt myself start to cum, seeing his face, the pain, the excitement, the passion, the sweet submission. I pushed his face down into my pussy and yelled at him to finger fuck me.

  Even though his ass hurt, he pushed his fingers into my soaking pussy, only thinking of pleasing me.

  Dan fucked him hard and deep. He looked at me and asked if he could cum. I asked if my slut was bleeding and he said no. I told him to keep fucking him. He told me he couldn’t keep fucking him and not cum.

  “Fuck him hard then,” I said. “Reach down and squeeze his cock.”

  Slut moaned loudly when Dan’s hand started to jerk him as his cock plunged deep inside. Dan started to moan and he jacked slut faster and harder.

  “May I cum Mistress? Please may I cum?” begged my slut.

  “Cum for me,” I said.

  They both moaned louder and slut screamed when Dan slammed into him hard, his jizz exploding out of his cock. I felt my slut’s cum shoot onto my leg. He kept spurting, my leg full of his seed.

  “Such a good little whore,” I complimented my slut.

  My Birthday Gift To Myself

  It was my birthday and I was a horny bitch as usual. I wanted to surprise my one male subs with a visit.

  First, his obligations to me are to be naked when no one is home, which is all the time because he lives alone. He needs to have a butt plug in his ass from seven to nine p.m. every night, no exceptions.

  After my day of lying on the beach, meeting friends for dinner, I went to his house. I require all my subs to be single and live alone. The reason for this is I want a key to their home. I have a right to their home, I own them. If they are not willing to give me their key and trust me enough, then they are not ready for me.

  I unlocked his door and opened it quietly.

  I forgot to say what I was wearing. I was wearing all black. My black leather cat suit under my long, black leather coat.

  First thing I noticed was his place was a mess. Which is against the rules.

  I walked into the basement. He was shirtless in track pants, holding a beer on his lap, watching the football game. The way he was sitting I knew he did not have that butt plug in. The time was 8:15pm.

  I quietly took my bull whip from my bag.

  I pulled my arm back and with a quick downward motion and flip to my wrist, the beer bottle lay shattered on the tile floor.

  He screamed and leapt to his feet.

  “Hello worm,” I said in a calm voice.

  “Oh my God! Mistress! I’m sorry! I was just ...” he said in a rush. The pleading sound in his voice was amusing to me.

  “I know exactly what you were doing. You were blatantly disregarding my orders. Strip. Now.” My voice was still calm. Even when angry I am completely calm. My rules are non-negotiable.

  He knelt before me and his eight inch cock was hard in spite of himself. I told him to get on all fours. I reached into my bag once again and took out my nine inch strap on. He looked at me and began to beg.

  “No Mistress. Please! I’ll behave and follow your rules! I was so wrong and I am so sorry!”

  I watched him beg and grovel while I attached the strap on around my firm, muscular hips. I kept my eyes on him as I lubricated the strap-on and walked to him, pouring lube down the crack of his shaved ass.

  “You know it’s too big for me Mistress! It will hurt too much! I’m sorry! It will never happen again!” Listening to him beg was making my pussy really wet ...

  “Your ass is empty worm. Now why is your ass empty? What time is it?” I asked. My voice was getting lower and lower, turning into a growl.<
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  “I know I’m supposed to have the plug in ...” he began.

  Before he could finish his sentence I had the whip in my hand, and sent a lash over his bare ass. The red welt left behind was immediate. His cock jumped and started leaking pre-cum onto the floor.

  “Such a dirty worm, you will learn.”

  “You are dripping pre-cum onto the floor worm, that means you want more lashes,” I told him quietly.

  “No Mistress, I don’t. Please, I don’t know why I’m hard when I’m so scared! I will obey your every command Mistress. I will be your best sub, please, no more punishment!” he said, getting louder with every word.

  “Are you yelling at me worm?” I asked calmly, rubbing the head of the attached strap-on.

  “No Mistress! Oh God! I should just shut up!” he said, defeated.

  “That’s the smartest thing you’ve said so far,” I replied.

  In one movement, I was behind him with my lubricated finger in his ass. He cried out and I almost came in my leather cat suit. His asshole was tight and hot around my middle finger. Once again I thought about how I wish I had an attached cock, one I could just get rid of when I was done fucking my subs.

  “Did your beer taste good worm? Is it finished? Crawl over there and open another beer, chug it, finish your beer,” I commanded.

  As he began to crawl, I stayed behind him, my finger still buried deep in his ass. He grabbed his beer, opened it and began to chug. As he was drinking it, I started moving my finger in and out very slowly. He moaned as he drank his beer, choked on it when I moved my finger faster and harder.

  When he finished the beer I took the bottle away from him. I started rubbing the bottle up and down the crack of his ass.

  “You really like Corona beer don’t you worm? You are really going to like it now,” with that, I pushed the lubed opening of the bottle into his ass. I fucked him, listened to him moan and watched his cock get bigger and bigger. I pushed hard on that bottle once I felt him loosen up. He was taking more and more of that bottle, moaning louder and louder. I was totally immersed in what I was doing to him.