Mistress S

Friday the 13th

The night I threw up all over myself and my girlfriend forced me to lick this beautiful stripper's asshole clean before she then talked her into using me as a urinal...

December 2017

 

First encounters

I have never been one for chit chat online, I get bored too quickly, I crave that human connection that the internet totally lacks - it doesn’t feel real. So, the two of us hadn’t spoken before meeting much, I knew nothing of his desires and he knew nothing of mine, just a persuasive whisper in my ear from my best friend that had worked with him the previous week telling me we must meet. We arranged to meet for a drink, he sent a text telling me he was on his way, at this point he was sitting in the train toilet avoiding the ticket inspectors with two friends. Not quite the dream date… He arrived, he looked better than I had expected, not that I had any expectations. We got talking and conversation quickly became sexual, he asked me my fantasies; “I’ve always wanted a man to drink my piss”, he confirmed that he could make that a reality and would do so there and then. I went to the bar, got an empty cup, took myself to the ladies and filled it to the brim. I walked past the crowd of girls retouching their make up with half my self hoping they didn’t notice what the golden liquid was and the other half wanting them to know exactly what was going to happen. I presented him with the glass, he drunk every last drop, looked me in the eyes and said “thank you Miss’, my pussy fluttered. He spent the rest of that evening drinking from me, that turned into the rest of the week, the rest of the month…and now there are more stories to tell than I can count. Just know that when you come to mine the toilet is a pretty mixed race boy...

Miss Gold

Mistress Jezabel - Polaroids

Summer 2013

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Perfect timing

We had met once in the past and it was fucking intense! She'd really played with me the first time by getting me blind drunk and pissing on me in front of a park full of people and if you know London in the summer you know how crowded green spaces can become. The problem was this never stopped me going back for more.
Miss C has never been one for regular conversation, it has always been on and off over the years and always on her terms. She has never ever had any interest in seeing me regularly, in a way I guess I have just been a casual booty call but I'm good with that, it works for me. So, if an opportunity arises where I can be of use to her I can't lie, I jump at the opportunity...
So one evening Miss C sends me a text letting me know that she was in a pub in Shepherd's Bush that evening and that I should come by and be her toilet. Coincidentally, I was in that part of west London myself that night so I made my excuses to my mates and made my way to the pub she said she was going to be at. By the time I got close she began to blank my texts and I was scared that I had missed her, it would not be the first time that she had bailed last minute! Lucky for me this wasn't one of those times. As soon as I approached the door I could see her pink hair straight away, her back was to me and she was laughing away with friends and family as she sat at the bar. It was although she sensed I had arrived because as soon as I entered she turned to face me, downed the last of her pint and made a comment to her friend which they both laughed at whilst looking right at me. I was led straight back out of the same door I had entered through and I asked her where it was she was taking me, to which I of course received a blunt reply. With a twisted smile on her face she comes out with "perfect timing really, I have been bursting for a piss for some time."
Miss C knew it shouldn't be wasted , She is cruel when it comes to using me, especially if I look back on past experiences. Not only is she completely selfish but she can be very aggressive when using me for her benefit, there are no subtleties, no compassion, just her will. From what I have experienced and the few discussions I have had with Miss C, I know that she is a huge fan of humiliation and degradation. It gives her great joy the more I say no, I've learnt that she will quickly exploit my weaknesses so it is best to do as I am told before things become far worse. It was my embarrassment that she thrived off of last time, this time I will do my best to do exactly as I am told.
She gives absolutely nothing away as she leads me blindly through the back roads of west London, we reach a park where there is a group of 5-6 chilling in the play area and we walk across the grass to the opposite end, to a corner with a few small bushes. I look back towards the group as we go behind this bush to make sure that they can't see what is about to happen - she couldn't give two fucks. Luckily she hasn't got the thirst to show me up in front of people again. I'm instructed to lay down on the dry patch of dirt between the pitiful bushes and wooden fence. I start taking off my jumper so not to get it covered in piss and then begin to remove my t-shirt. I am quickly told that it has to stay on! I'm laying in the dirt propped up by my elbows looking up at her as she unbuttons her boyish jeans, she positions herself over my face, a foot either side of my head. Her jeans come down followed by her underwear and then this jet of hot salty piss flows straight out of her before I even have the chance to open my mouth to gulp it all down I quickly realize she isn't aiming for me to drink it all like last time, she couldn't care less if it spills everywhere, that's why she isn't squatting close, she wants my face and clothes covered...! Piss quickly begins to sting my eyes as I chased this golden fountain with my open mouth swallowing as much as I could, I must have looked totally pathetic and desperate to consume her urine but I was there for that purpose and that purpose alone.
She asks for my jumper which I really did not want to part with, however, I knew better than to disobey. I put it in her hand she proceeds to wipe her ass and dripping pussy all over it, then mops up the remaining liquid trailing down her inner thighs, throws it back at me as she pulls up her knickers and buttons up her jeans. I of course was brought up with manners, and know to thank someone when they give you something and that is exactly what I did. I pulled my jumper over my now see-through white t-shirt and stood there smelling and looking like a public urinal. She laughed.
I escorted her back to the pub and it was like nothing had happened, no mention of it on the walk back, no passing comments, no nothing. Miss C really does have something about her, I've felt so used on the occasions that she has used me, unfortunately it has just been once in a blue moon. On my walk back to meeting my friends I contemplated what my next meeting with her may be like and when it would be, but I'm still waiting...

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Miss E

I'd split up with my first real (sexual) partner and it left me with this craving to eat ass. Maybe it was because I was never allowed to do it, it was just that bit too taboo for her and she would always resist my tongues advances as it slipped from her pussy to her asshole. She would allow one lick, then would wriggle away giggling and would grab my hair and force me away. I guess she never understood that when she would sit on my face after a day at college all sweaty and unwashed, that it was her asshole pressed firmly up against my nose that would drive me so wild. I would love the fact that the scent of her ass would be left on my nose and upper lip until I washed it away...
 So when we finally split up at 16/17 I took to the only place that could help a young filthy minded person out and took to the internet. I signed up to a couple vanilla dating sites to find women my senior to explore my fantasies with. I don't recall how the conversation started with Miss E, I just remember that she had contacted me first.  I am someone that loves conversation, I replied to anybody that showed an interest and could keep a conversation flowing. Miss E did that. I may not have necessarily been physically attracted to her but the things she expressed an interest in exploring with had me quickly enticed. It was made very clear pretty early on that she wanted to use me for her own selfish desire and my oral talents. How could I refuse someone that wanted to have me both worship her ass and pussy with my tongue?
 I received a text one evening which read something like " I'm free tonight if you wanna come over." I wanted to reply back and lie and tell her I was busy as in all honesty I was so scared. Not only would this be my first experience of licking a woman's ass but this would be many of my firsts. Miss E ended up being my first woman of colour that I had the privilege of worshiping, the first BBW that I would experience. She was the oldest woman that I had would have served at the time, but most importantly Miss E became the first no-strings meeting I would have which has since proved to be addictive.

As I made my way over to her house all that was in the back of my mind was wimping out and turning around to go back home sending her some sorry excuse. I couldn't bring myself to back out though, I am a man that prides myself on my word. I had promised Miss E to worship her and pleasure her like the good slave boy I had confessed to be, I had no intentions of letting her down. This was an experienced I so badly craved, it was mutually beneficial although I was the lucky one.
I text saying that I was waiting outside and shortly after the door opened I was greeted by the woman who I had come to know as Miss E who's photos I had only seen online.I was still super nervous and seeing the difference of how she looked in real life compared to photos made those nerves worse. I knew she wasn't a slim woman but I hadn't actually asked or realized just how voluptuous she was. She was wearing a sheer black see through very short dress which left nothing to the imagination, I would say Miss E was a size 16-18 maybe even 18-20 but her size was mainly made up of one of the roundest of butts and it was her derriere that I was there to to enjoy. Leading up to her ass were there huge thighs, her whole bottom half was an even mix of fat and muscle there was no doubt that she could crush me between her thighs. She was "well proportioned" and her breasts equally matched her ass, she was the definition of a thick figured woman. Anyway I was gestured to come in and we briefly made each others acquaintances, I took my shoes off and followed Miss E into the mood lit front room. I was offered a drink which I quickly obliged as I had such a dry mouth from all the nerves and trembling hands to match. As I removed my coat and sat down I was handed a glass of juice and within the first few sips my nerves had subsided, Miss E sat down next to me with her huge bare thighs touching mine. We made a little small talk but it didn't last long there was lust in her eyes, I saw it as soon as she lay her eyes upon me, her eyes told no lies! She was hungry for all that we had spoken about. She took my cold hands in hers and upon realising how cold they were she cupped them and allowed her hot breath to warm them up, my now warm hand was placed on her thigh, so I began to tease with my fingers and trace lines on her inner thighs until her skin was covered in goose pimples. Miss E had made it clear that I wasn't there for small talk, maybe she didn't want me to talk at all, I was there to serve. The moment I crossed the threshold of her house I had surrendered myself over to her, I was an object, a sex item for her use, I had to play by her rules now...

My hand was quickly moved and placed in her pubic region where my fingers were greeted by a fair amount of hair, I slid my fingers downwards and immediately found a wet puddle, I soaked my fingers in her juices and began to finger her while stimulating her clit with my thumb. Miss E's eyes closed, her breathing became heavy and her thighs would clamp down on my hands at regular intervals. Again I was interrupted, I guess I wasn't there to finger her either, I was there to stick my young face between the gigantic ebony thighs of Miss E.
 I was told to strip down to my boxers and then kneel at her feet, while she slumped back into the sofa with her legs outstretched nice and wide so I was eye level with the inner pinkness of her cunt. It was almost a silent invite but it did not stay that way, I was told to come and taste her sweet cum and it was clear to her that I was hard as fuck at the thought of tongueing away at her pussy. As my breath reached her thighs my head was forced into this wetness which engulfed my face and I experienced the strength of those trunk like thighs as they clamped down around me. I was trapped, my head had been swallowed whole by this woman's body, there would be only one natural escape. Don't be fooled by the fact that there was no initial attraction, I loved every moment this older woman received pleasure from the tongue of a young boy, me. Miss E gyrated up against my face as I instinctively worked my tongue and lapped up all of her juices, I'd promised online that I wouldn't let any go to waste and I wanted to prove to her that I could be the perfect little pussy worshiper. She would not be disappointed, her moans began to increase as she thrust her pussy hard against my face grinding while I ate her out. Her thighs began to sweat, her ass cheeks clenched and her thighs tightened around my head as she began to climax. She was quite the vocal performer which was new to me as my ex always screamed into a pillow and tried to disguise her moans. Her pussy forced itself against my face one final time as I simultaneously opened my mouth, I instantly felt this little squirt of girl cum hit my throat. I swallowed it down and lapped up any remaining juices that may end up dribbling towards her asshole.
 Her thighs loosened and she slumped back all relaxed as she took a breath and took in the whole moment. She looked at me in a way as to say " I didn't expect such a young boy to be so good at eating pussy." Looking back I don't think many men had made her squirt through oral.

As soon as Miss E had caught her breath back she put me straight to work again, she turned herself around on the sofa, sticking her ass up in the air exposing her tiny tight hole. That sweet spot that I had fantasized about sniffing away at and tasting on countless of occasions. Here it was dessert in the form of Miss E's asshole offered to me on a plate.
I undoubtedly obliged, I kissed one cheek then slowly slid my nose across her hole as I went to kiss the other. I had hoped that I would be able to smell her natural scent, I had this idea that it would have such a sweet delicious scent considering the size of her derriere. But no. It still had the faint smell of soap where she had obviously washed before we had met. Anyone else would be grateful that Miss E had the common courtesy to have bathed first, but not me! It only encouraged the desire to lick an unwashed asshole clean! I still however had came there for this moment and enthusiastically explored her anus with my tongue. I kissed it, traced circles around the rim with my tongue, I even tried to force my tongue as deep inside that tight hole as I could. Why did my ex not want to try this? Miss E was holding my head firm, not wanting me to stop. She was in her element totally objectifying me, there were no thoughts on my pleasure, this evening was about her satisfaction.
 Once Miss E was satisfied with the treatment her asshole had received she got up with a huge smile on her face and lead me down the hall and into her dimly lit bedroom. She de-robed from the see through dress she had once been wearing and lay face down on the bed. I was told that before I was allowed to go anywhere I had to give her a massage. In once sense I could not believe I was being asked to now massage her, but on the other hand I fucking loved being told what to do. This was her house and I was there to do exactly as I was told, I couldn't object so I picked up the baby oil which had been strategically placed on the bedside table beneath the lamp. I began to explore her body with my hands, this was the first moment that I had to take it all in as my face wasn't being smothered by either of her holes. I could finally admire the huge curve which lead from her thigh all the way round to her waist, the stretch marks on her hips, bum and thighs. The cellulite and it's these "imperfections" that made her confidence in the bedroom that bit more beautiful. This woman that I was massaging was a real woman and I was a very privileged boy to be utilised by such a confident woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

On my way home I received a text thanking me for such an enjoyable evening. I didn't want a thanks! She had already thanked me by climaxing on my face and filling my mouth with cum. I replied back letting her know that the privilege was all mine, but as I walked back I couldn't help but feel completely disgusted with myself. How could I allow myself to be degraded and objectified by a woman that although was beautiful I wasn't essentially attracted to....
 It was exactly that feeling of being disgusted with myself that I had thrived, It fueled my imagination and I began to dwell on other scenarios with all types of women. I now craved to be used and abused by multiple women, I wanted to push my boundaries and wondered where or how I would meet women that wanted to objectify a boy. Dominant women! I guess this blog is a diary in a sense of both past experiences and the ones that I encounter as days go by...

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