beneath Her Sneaks ... pleasure and torment

i am happy to say that service to my Mistress has become a daily occurrence, and one that is a definite necessity for me. i must say that i look forward to seeing my Mistress daily; doing Her bidding or just being close to her. it has promulgated a true sense of security and serenity for this fish. i am privy to my Mistress' many personalities and moods. She has become a real person in my life and daily i feel that W/we are learning and growing together. i am many times in awe of Her and the way She takes on the world and lives it on Her own terms. i see the strength she exudes and yet at the same time She is sensitive to the needs and wants of those around Her. i enjoy being in Her world and appreciate the opportunity to be an active participant.

Recently, my Mistress and i were working in Her office. Suddenly, She looked playfully at me and pointed to Her sneakered feet. like the obedient pet that i am i immediately took my place under the soles of Her Nikes. She commanded me to lick the bottom of Her sneakers and that i should do so by probing Her soles with the tip of my tongue. i did so with particular relish. i'm not sure, but i think the pleasure showed in my eyes as i felt the serrated hills and valleys with the tip of my tongue. She pressed in a bit harder and a bit further and rested Her foot on top of my mouth. suddenly, Her cell rang and She picked it up. it was Her Mother!! i tried to get up and slide away, but She would not allow me to. She jammed the sole of her sneakered foot down harder onto my face and began to grind the tread with fervor into my unprotected cheeks. it was painful! i moaned just a little and caught a quick glimpse of my Mistresses' eyes. She opened them wide and glared down at me while applying more pressure with Her right sneaker; flattening my head, i felt the instep of Her deep treads pull, tighten and pinch around the sensitive skin of the eye. it was excruciatingly painful and felt like a cheese grinder was shredding the skin of my face. the serrated edges making mincemeat of my countenance. my vision was distorted and i could only grimmace at the smiling face of my Mistress as She continued to talk laugh while at the same time applying a significant amount of leverage that made the bones of my skull painfully readjust to the pressure.

Her treads bit down hard into my face devouring my tender flesh and leaving little blood trails where the impact ripped and tore at the skin. oh how it hurt and stung! She continued to talk to Her Mother as if nothing had happened at all. She laughed and bantered with elements of small talk while crushing down on the hollow of my cheeks with Her lethal feet. i felt Her flex and release the ball of Her foot while simultaneously curling Her toes inside those sneakers. the motion was like that of sawing and i could not move at all with the force she was now applying to my poor flattened head. it felt as if She was going to bear down and rip my head in half. the pain was quite unbearable and i let out a tiny whimper and a gasp. but, at that moment i knew i had crossed the threshold of disobedience.

i can only imagine the conversation.
"What was that sound I just heard", asked Her Mother.
"Oh, that? That was nothing. Just something You heard from the kids playing outside. Nothing at all." replies my Mistress.

They resumed their conversation, but i can tell that my Mistress is ratcheting my torment up to another level. while holding Her cell in one hand, She gingerly reaches down and adjusts my head so it is level with that of the toe of Her right sneaker. She glares down at me again and then jams the toe of Her sneaker forcefully into my mouth, smiling and talking while simultaneously gesturing with Her fingers to Her lips for me to be quiet. i mumble a bit and try to dislodge Her foot, but She only presses it in deeper and locks my hands to my side with Her other foot to stop their interference. i can feel the serrated edges of the sneaker against my tongue. my mouth is lodged wide open as She presses in further forcing my mouth to open more. i can feel the toe of Her foot almost touching the back of my throat and i feel a gag reflex coming on, but am able to stifle it. my eyes narrow and well up with tears as i feel another gag reflex coming on. this time i choke a gag a bit, but this just gives Her more leeway to further torment. the taste of iron fills my mouth. i am now bleeding from Her scrapping the inside of my mouth with Her hard sneakers. She grabs my head and wiggles Her foot to make more room in my overtaxed mouth. the muscles of my jaws are sore and burning. surely, the next movement forward will certainly dislocate it. i try to look pleadingly up into my Mistresses' green eyes. She smiles knowingly, but shakes Her head. i now can feel the toe of Her foot lodged past my tongue and brushing against my larnyx. i feel faint and things start to go dizzy.

then, just as quickly as the torture began, She clicks off Her cell and removes Her size 8 from my mouth. She takes my chin in Her palm looks me directly in the eye and says.

"When I say be quiet pet, that is exactly what I mean and want. Maybe next time You will pay attention, so W/we will not have to repeat this exercise again." She is quite stern with me and it makes me feel worse. how i hate displeasing Her. it is more than i can bear.

i manage to say yes Mistress and massage my almost sprung jaw. She strokes the side of my face and allows me to rest my head comfortably in Her lap.

"now, don't pout ... go get me a glass of water and lets continue working."
She says while reviewing the files on Her laptop. Her voice is calm and soothing to me.

i move quickly to fulfill Her request. W/we both go back to work and it is as if the incident never happened.

a dominated and kinky holiday to all

hmmm ... i wonder what happened here? did the jolly, old, fat man in the red suit get caught red handed in Mistress' panty drawer, or better yet did Mrs. Claus catch him hanging mistletoe somewhere he had no business being.

or ...

did he put these two Dominatrixes on the naughty list once too often. once would of been enough; Y/you know? it would be interesting to see what happens next. ah well, that is why i have a vivid fantasy life.

happy holidays to all You kinksters out there.
enjoy the subtle delights of this season and everything it offers to being beaten.

as for me, i intend to get smashed.
in more ways than one. *wink* ;-)

fishpaste

a great smother story

this was a story that i found on the "Diana the Valkyries" website written by an author known as Taz who authored the Sarah Surridge Assassin series. it is filled with mental images of asphyxia, suffocation and profound female domination. it left my heart pounding hard and placed me in an aroused state after reading it. i can only imagine the feelings of helplessness and terror the boy felt as his tormentress toyed with him and slowly but deliberately snuffed the life out of him. enjoy, fishpaste

Teenage Beginnings

Gracefully Sarah climbed over the fence to the yard on the other side.
Yes, she was a burglar and a professional one as well. Her targets were
mainly families in the upper middle class, and when she was sure they
had left their home she struck, quickly emptying the house of all
valuables she could find. Sitting in her car she had noticed earlier
this day how the members of the family packed their Volvo with bags
and drove off, apparently to their vacation somewhere far away from
here. Now it was night and time to get to work.

She wore black clothes, consisting of a tight top stretching to contain her
ample
cleavage complimented by shiny black sheer tights and soles, partially
because
it made her less likely to be discovered in the dark and partially because
it made her feel a bit sexy; burglars can be vane too. The job should be
easy,so
she didn't bother covering her face. Her shoulder length shiny blonde hair
melted fine into
the rest of her tanned pretty face. Sarah began picking the lock of the back
door
and succeeded almost immediately. These people were real suckers, from
her inspections of the house earlier she learnt that they didn't even
have a proper security system. It was as if a red carpet had been laid
out for her, she thought and smiled.

Well inside the house Sarah was a bit disappointed at how easy
everything had gone so far. Maybe they didn't have that much to
protect here after all. She sure hoped this wasn't going to be another
dead end job for her. As her mind wandered she went into the kitchen
and was suddenly startled. Standing by the open refrigerator was a
young teenage boy, in the nude, still half asleep and with a big
hardon. Fuck! she thought, there shouldn't be anyone here by now.
Who's he? The boy turned and looked at her, still sleepy and not
completely sure where he was and what was happening.

"W-who are you?" he mumbled, trying to come to his senses.

Shit, I have to think fast, Sarah thought. He'd seen her face and she
couldn't leave a witness here; too much was at stake. She ran to the
boy and wrestled him to the floor, he didn't offer much resistance.
I've gotta kill him, was all she could think as her adrenaline rushed.
Fumbling a bit she managed to put her right, gloved hand over his surprised
mouth whilst twisted his neck to the right as hard as she could,
just like they did in the movies.

Crack!

Something broke in there and he started to wriggle and quiver under
her, his face was screwed up in pain. A perverted part of her enjoyed
kneeling over this rather nice looking boy, watching him struggle with
this. She examined him more closely in the light from the
refrigerator, lying completly on top of him, her face in his with her
shiny blonde hair hanging down around his face.

The kid had a slim hairless body, not too muscular but still athletic
in a way. His face was free from the pimples that seemed to bother so
many teens and was kind of cute, especially his rather long eyebrows
lent him a sensitive and thoughtful look. Thick, dark brown hair.
What a sweet little boy, Sarah thought.

"ahh sorry hunny but I cant leave you..ssssh" Sarah sympathetically
whispered into his terrified eyes whilst playfully biting his nose

She gently ran her hand across the dying youth's chest, feeling him
shiver and twist as the nerves of his body not quite were in contact
with his brain anymore. His eyes were sad and she could guess the pain
and horror he must feel. It turned her on. She was lying lay herself
on top of him, softly stroking his face with her hand. His skin was
smooth and soft. Positioning her lips at his mouth, she removed her hand
and drove in her tongue and began playing with his.

"You're so cute, do you know that?" she whispered playfully into his
ear. He replied with a gurgling sound and she smiled with her big blue eyes
into his very worried ones.

Caressing his smooth skin she suddenly heard a noise behind her. Realising
she had to act fast, she turned back to the boy and savagly chopped his
adams
apple causing him to convulse. Unable to call for help, Sarah quickly rose
and tip toed to the back door and carefully peered out. It was just a cat
using the metal bin to get onto the fence. Sarahs heart was racing and she
took
a deep breath for a moment in relief

She carefully closed the back door and locked it, trapping the boy inside.
When
she returned to him, she was stunned to find he had managed to get his
mobile phone
out with his other working arm and had apparntly dialled!!! His desperate
eyes locked onto
hers as she raced toward him!!

He was trying to speak into the mouthpiece but nothing was coming out, due
to his
collapsed trachea from Sarahs lucky blow. Like lighting, she kicked the
phone out of his hand
and pushed him onto the floor with her left soled foot, as he tried in vain
to grab
for the phone just out of his reach

Sarah simply sat on his face, her sheer tights encased sex covering his nose
and mouth. She sighed contentedly and wriggled her hips, settling down
solidly onto him. Sarah reached down to the phone, sealing him in his
airtight tomb
She could hear someone on the other end and literally held her breath so as
not
to respond, her cleavage rising up. Bringing the phone close to her, she
looked down at the display,
she could see the number he had dialled, '999'

"Hello??..Please respond?" was the monotone emergency operators voice

The boy had desperatly managed to twist his head to the right and gasp in
some
oxygen, his petrified face bright red from the suffocation and tears
streming
down his face. Sarah smiled down at him as she countered his move by drawing
her thighs toghther around his head
,immobilising it and forcing his face deep into her thighs, squeezing his
nose and mouth into her
and once again cutting off his oxygen supply. Sarah had maintained eye
contact throughout
and that was all that was now visable of his face now. She gently pendulemed
her head from left
to right in a 'uh uh' biting her bottom lip slightly, smiling down into his
frantic eyes
whilst at the same time gently pressing the red 'hangup' button on his
mobile phone
keypad using her long shiny red fingernail

"no you dont you Fucker!" she jokily spourted out with a stunning smile

His hands were feebly clawing and sliding uselessly off Sarahs sheer tights
encased
thighs as she turned the phone off and slide it under the fridge. She now
grabbed his
hands and adjusted until she caught his fingers in hers, linking them
toghther

Sarah doesnt say anything as he silently screamed into her, harmlessly
vibrating through
her body. She drags his hands with her and forces them onto her lap, right
into
her midsection so there was no escape, learning forward into the life
sapping facesit,
her shiny blonde hair hangs down around her pretty facia, her big blue eyes
locked
sexily onto his petrified ones staring back, a smirk plays on her face, her
brillant
white teeth beginning to show as his screams become more consistent, Sarah
squeezes
his hands tightly

Another couple of minutes of stifled asphiaxation has him out of air and
left desperately trying
to suck through Sarahs thighs for oxygen unsuccessfully her pretty blonde
eyes still fixed on his
as his lungs screamed for air, he felt his strength ebb of him, and weakly
tried to turn his head,
to avoid her mocking gaze, but her thighs tightened around his head, and he
could only stare
into her beautiful eyes

Several minutes have passed and her young victim is squirming under her
desperate to be free from her
suffocating grip then with a last shudder he lay lifeless under her

Sarah adjusted her grips on his hands from his fingers to his wrists
simultanusly and felt for his pulse..
it was faint and erratic..then parted her thighs ever so slightly to see his
eyes barely open but enough
for him to see her wink at him

"sssh..iss ok babe!" she coyly matter of factly whispered to him

Sarah squeezed her thighs around his face again before taking a deep breath
and looked up to the ceiling,
running her hands through her hair, so uncaring about his situation she
actually forgot she was sitting on a boy
who she didnt even know, broken into his house and had all but suffocated
him to death in her thighs, when she finally
came back to reality before giving an almighty squeeze of her curvy thighs
around his face again
She parted he thighs a little more this time to see if he was really dead,
ready to trap him again in her legs if he was
acting..he wasnt. His face was pale and a look of petrification covered his
facia. Sarah tilted her head slightly almost sympathetically and ran her
hand through his hair, it was cold and wet

She began to wonder who he was; this house was supposed to be empty. Sarah
released
his clammy hands noting them bounce off her black thighs before resting on
the ceramic
cold kitchen floor.

As she closed the refrigerator she noticed a note stuck to its door.
Picking up her flashlight she read it.

Hi Tom!


Too bad you didn't want to come with us to the
family reunion, I'm sure all your relatives would
have wanted to congratulate you on your recent 18th
birthday. Anyway, there's food in the fridge and
we'll be back on Monday. Have fun!

With a smile Sarah took the note and placed it on the kid's forehead.
She began to search the house for items of value, She found his birthday
present, a gold
watch. Walking out to her car smiling. 18 years old, she thought, he sure
looked young for his age. But what a cutie!

how to serve a Mistress

i was in a chat room a week ago among some other male submissives and the subject came up as to what is the best way to serve one's Mistress? we tossed the subject to and fro and i was surprised at the responses i heard. one guy felt that he should not have to serve his Mistress. indeed he felt as if he was doing everything by presenting his body as a living sacrifice to her needs, whims and wants. i pressed him and asked him if She had asked him to do anything for Her. his reply was yes, but for the most part he enjoyed doing the opposite of what was requested, because it "got Her mad and frustrated and in the long run, he received a a more lethal beating". i considered this a sam (smart assed submissive) response and raised the question to myself. how does one serve his Mistress?

i am appalled that some submissives feel that the best way to serve their Mistresses is to do what is minimally required of them. they expect to be spanked or beaten with their bare asses swaying in the air, craving attention for a shitty, half, assed job which should receive no recognition or physical attention from their Mistress.

i am the opposite in this regard. i so enjoy serving my Mistress. i want to make Her life easier and more fluid so She can concentrate on being a more complete person. whatever She asks of me, i do so gladly and willingly. i expect no punishment or beating in return, but i do appreciate the little pokes, kicks, jabs and punches She manages to dole out along the way.

i enjoy being a positive force in my Mistresses life and having the ability to straighten and organizing the world around Her gives me a true sense of serving and creative purpose. i want Her living quarters to be organized, neat and orderly. She should not have to hunt for clothing or vital documents. Her surroundings should be as clean and uncluttered as possible so She may focus on governing and maintaining Her empire.

i appreciate the trust that She has vested in me in regard to serving Her with running errands, buying groceries, or making deposits at Her bank. the level of trust and transparency between a Mistress and Her slave cannot be taken for granted nor underestimated. indeed, i have heard of relationships in which the submissive knows the needs of His Mistress so well that he has developed the uncanny ability of knowing exactly what She requires or wants before She even speaks of it. it is my hope to have that level of communication with my Mistress.

also in terms of service, chemistry between a Mistress and Her submissive is a key element to balancing and learning from one another. the needs of both must be focused upon and considered, but it is the role of the submissive to accept the dominance and jurisdiction of His Mistress over certain areas of His life. hopefully with time, new levels of intimacy can be developed and combined with the submissive willingly giving over to His Mistress new areas of control. She will use these to satiate Her dominant appetite; to subjugate him and then totally absorb Him into Her world as a part of Her that She can not do without.

i believe this to be the penultimate goal of a balanced, superior, female dominated relationship.

ballbusted and thrown in the bushes

i was recently privileged to accompany my Mistress to an Applebees for a late night libation. She had a rough day with circumstances beyond Her control and had a full blown headache. while driving Her home from a meeting i picked up that She might want to relax a bit before facing the rigors of Her household. i made a pitstop to grab some ibuprofen and then we headed inside to Applebees.

She ordered an Applebee's Mojo and washed down a couple of the gelcaps. We/we talked about everything from politics to Her aspirations. it was good to see Her relax, eat some food and continue to taunt me with any kind of available torture device at Her disposal.

several times she deliberately stuck a straw up my nose and doused me with water from it. forks and knives were used frequently to poke and prod me. She giggled mischievously as She probed me for "doneness". eventually, the alcohol and the meds had begun to magnify the effect. She became more brazen and nailed me relentlessly under the table, striking my groin with the strong ball of Her foot and grinding my testicles into jelly with Her heavily treaded sneakers.

i suppose i brought the pain on myself saying.

"Mistress, You just can't hurt me or do anything to me with Your feet. i'm wearing my boots tonight."

She smiled appreciatively, picked up her cocktail and dangled one long finger over the edge of the glass, then with a furtive glance She bore Her sneakered Nikes again full force under the table into my unprotected groin. She locked them there hard, and continued to press. i immediately experienced intense pain and felt like keeling over. the force of Her kick startled me. i began to experience a slight tinge of nausea and it was as if my balls had climbed up into my throat and had taken permanent residence there. i grabbed the edge of the table and hoped that the waves of queasiness would pass. they did after awhile, and luckily She removed Her foot off my crotch.

"don't ever tell me what i can, and cannot do fishpaste." She glared at me while poking playfully with a fork aiming for a nose, eyeball or whatever presented itself as a tempting target.

the rest of the evening was relaxing and enjoyable. with the exception of a poke, pinch or jab. i seemed to have survived the experience.

after paying the bill, W/we headed out the door. W/we were walking by some bushes when all of a sudden She lunged sideways and leaned quite heavily into me while leveraging Her powerful thighs and legs into my side. i had nothing to do but topple and fall into and on top of some privet bushes. what was more humiliating is that She executed this move so effortlessly that it appeared that i was nothing more than that of a flimsy rag doll to topple at Her whim. what was worse was the moment that She chose this humiliating move. there i was, right smack in front of 2 full cars of people. how utterly humiliating!

"oh man!" i heard one of the guys say. "did you see that? She's gonna kick his ass!" i heard one man loudly announce.

"uh huh! man! She opened up a can of Whup ass on him".

they laughed and joked at my suspense and my Mistress did so too saying. "awwww i know i didn't hit You that hard and you looked absolutely ridiculous ... very amusing though for me." She stood over me mocking my physical ineptness.

I brushed off the underbrush from my rear end and made my way to the car. i could still hear their suffocating laughter and manic snickering. it did bother and embarrass me at first to think that my Mistress could easily toss me around, and throw me down at will, but i decided to try to grow from the experience. the important thing was She was laughing, giggling and having a good time. that was all that was important to me. i wanted to serve her and make sure She was content and happy; at least for the moment.

i must include this pertinent afterthought; in that i was overwhelmingly relieved that this little episode did not take place near a steep cliff. whew!

Santa Self Defense Tips

a kick in the balls holiday spoof.

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a slight painful detour for a one track mind