At four a.m. I awake to another one of my crazy ass dreams. I dream that I am in this sex store that looks like an old abandoned warehouse from the outside, but inside it is this gigantic space, practically the size of a department store and there are huge, flat-screen TVs throughout the store playing sex videos portraying all types of kinky sex. I’m not sure exactly what town or state this place is located in. But it is a dark, seedy area. The store is sectioned off by ropes and multi-colored doors.
Anyway, I am walking through the store pushing a cart, dressed in black leather from head to toe, wearing a leather crotch-less bikini underneath a full-length, leather trench with knee-high stiletto boots. My hair is tucked under a leather derby and I am holding a leather flogger in my hand. I am going down different aisles tossing all types of flavored gels and lotions, dog collars and leashes, cock rings, clamps and clips, vibrators, butt plugs and dildos in different colors, shapes and sizes into my basket. I even pick out a few wooden spoons and paddles, some smooth and others with ridges to add to my assortment of goodies.
When I am done with my shopping, I go through this security checkpoint; then I’m allowed to enter any door of my choice. Behind each door there are different types of men waiting to be dominated; men who secretly want to submit to a woman. My pussy is drooling with excitement. I open the first door and there are three men in this room sitting on chrome and leather stools: a handsome, well-built white man wearing a pair of red silk boxers; a beautiful, dark chocolate-coated hunk with shoulder-length locks wearing a pair of black silk boxers; and a fine-ass caramel-coated man with hazel eyes, butt-ass naked with a long, juicy dick.
I slam the door, taking off my trench and tossing it on the floor. They jump up, standing at attention. I strut over to Hazel Eyes and scream, “Who the fuck told you to get naked, you nasty dog? Get on your damn knees!” He does what he is told, and I place a leather-spiked collar around his neck, then attach the leash. I yank it. “Sniff my pussy, you bad dog.” I spread my legs apart, then take both of my hands and press his face into my crotch. He sniffs and sniffs, and sniffs. I cock one leg up on the barstool. “Lick my pussy, you nasty mutt!” He licks it, but he is lapping it real soft and lovingly. I want it rough and fast and wet. I slap his face. “Wet my pussy, damn you!” I slap his face again. “Yelp, like the nasty lying dog you are!” He starts yelping like a wounded puppy. When he finally gets my pussy nice and wet, I pet him. “That’s it, just like that. Good doggie. Mmmm, yes. Wet Momma’s pussy.”
The other two are still standing like toy soldiers, not daring to look over to see what is going on. I see the curiosity and the uncertainty in their faces. I can smell their excitement in the air as I remove my top and let my titties free. “Spit in your hand and jerk that big dick, you fucking dog!” Again, he does what he is told. “Yeah, that’s right, stroke that dick.” I slap his face. “Don’t you dare stop licking my pussy. Rub your nose in it!” He does. “Lick my clit.” He does. This goes on for about fifteen minutes until I am ready to cum. “Make me cum, you dirty dog.” I can tell he is getting into it and is about ready to cum himself. I slap his face again. “Nut on my boot, not on the floor or I’m gonna smear your nose in it. And you better howl when you’re getting ready to cum.”
He strokes his dick, panting and growling. And as soon as he is ready to nut he starts howling. He bursts his nut all over my boot, and then I make him clean it up with his tongue.
Next I walk over to White Hunk. I run my hands over the front of his boxers, then grab his dick in my hand, massaging it over his underwear. I lick his right nipple, then his left. “You’d better not let this dick get hard.” I keep stroking him, and feel it start to thicken and grow. “What the fuck did I tell you, you weak-ass fucker?!? I said you’d better not get hard.” I slap him with my free hand, while still stroking his dick. I continue licking his nipples, alternately sucking and biting and tugging at them with my teeth. His leg shakes.
“Oh, you like that. You wanna show Momma how big your dick can get, huh? You wanna cum for Momma?” He barks, nodding his head. “Good! Then cum you shall.” I tell him to remove his boxers. My Lord, I’m not gonna front, he has a big beautiful dick and big, smooth balls. My mouth starts to water. I walk back over to my bag of goodies and pull out some items. I place a clamp on each of his nipples. He winces. “Don’t you dare, you pathetic weakling!” I slap his face again. Then I hand him some sandpaper and order him to wrap it around his dick and masturbate his dry dick with it. His eyes bulge but he obeys the order and does what he is told, like the good little dog he is, and cums in thick, painful spurts.
I walk out of the room, then enter another door. There’s a tall Hispanic man with a football player’s build sitting on a leather bench. “Get the fuck up, motherfucker,” I snarl, “and strip!” He does what he’s told. When he is finished undressing, standing before me in his naked splendor, I tie his hands in front of him, then walk over to the wall and press a button that raises his hands up over his head and slowly lifts him up off the floor. His very large feet dangle in the air. He grimaces, pain etched on his face as he hangs in the air by his arms, fearfully waiting for them to pop out of their sockets.
His limp dick, fat and juicy like a plump sausage, hangs before me at eye level. I reach out and brush the back of my fingertips along the shaft, then grab it and violently shake it.
“You nasty fuck-face!” I sneer. “You better not let this fat cock get hard, or I’m gonna bite it off. You understand me, you motherfucking scumbag?”
He growls. I yank his balls, then dig my nails into his flesh and squeeze. He yelps. “Shut the fuck up, you weak-ass fucker!” Beads of sweat start to line his forehead. I let go of his nuts, and walk over to a black leather bag and pull out a leather whip. I crack it to the floor, walking back over to him. “You know what’s next, don’t you, you sneaky fuck?”
He whimpers, nodding. His eyes bulge as the whip continues to crack and snap against the concrete floor. I walk behind him, and give him ten lashes across his ass. He yells, pleads, as I whip his ass mercilessly. His body jerks. Then when I tire from swinging the whip, I abruptly stop and walk back in front of him. I grab his dick, then gently slip it into my mouth. I slurp it, suck it down, then stop when it begins to thicken. “If you nut, I’m gonna whip your ass again, you horny bastard,” I warn, slipping his dick back into my mouth and lovingly nursing it into a full erection.
He moans.
I moan.
Then…damn it—just when the shit was starting to get good, I wake up to a soaking wet pussy. Ugh, I hate this shit!
Hmmm…I never really thought of myself as someone who could get turned on by that whole dominatrix shit. But the thought of having a man be totally submissive is exciting, and quite entertaining. What would I do to him? Maybe have him wear a diaper and suck a pacifier, then get spanked by Momma before being put to bed, or making him worship my beautiful body, giving me a tongue bath with his thick tongue cleaning my asshole and pussy out; or make him beg me to sit on his face and smother him with my pussy, smearing my juices all over his lips, then making him suck my bloody Kotex; or maybe, make him lean over a chair while I whip his bare-ass with a belt until it whelps and blisters for being naughty, then make him jerk his dick and eat his own nut; or pinch and twist his nipples, then squeeze and dig my fingernails into his balls. Oh my God, the thought has me hysterical. I’d probably torture the hell out of his ass. I wonder how many men there are who crave to be dominated, and about the number of women who seek to dominate them.
I run my hands between my legs and play in my dick-hungry snatch. The dream has me so fucking horny. I need a dose of dick, ASAP. I glance at the clock, knowing it is too late to have someone come through to hit this pussy off. Well, it’s not, but I don’t want to chance them not being out of here before the sun rises. So I opt for plan B. I climb out of bed, go into my closet, and pull out a wooden box from the top shelf where I keep my sex trinkets, a large collection of pussy pleasing gadgets to get me off. When I find what I am looking for, I saunter back over to the bed to begin my mechanical stimulation.
Oh, how I enjoy masturbation. I do it daily. At least two to three times a day depending on my schedule. There are even times while I’m at work when I’ve gotten so horny that I’ve had to close my office door, put the “do not disturb” on my phone, then handle my business. Other times, I’ve gone into the ladies’ room and done myself just to take the edge off until I was able to get home. When I’m finished, I typically feel so energized, I’m practically racing. So masturbation definitely does the body good. Is there anything wrong with that? Hell no!
But of course some folks might think otherwise. Fuck ’em! Shit, it’s safe, and it keeps me in tune with my body. And using sex toys really aids in the process.
Speaking of masturbation, who do you think masturbates more: men or women? I’d suspect men do since they typically have sex on the brain more than most women. But, I do believe that there are a large number of women who enjoy playing in their pussies. Hmm…I wonder how many couples get off watching their partners get themselves off.
I know I personally love watching a man beat his dick. Sometimes, I like to help him out a little by either licking or sucking his balls, licking/sucking on his nipples, sometimes even flicking my tongue across the head of his dick while he’s stroking it. Or I’ll join in and masturbate with him. Other times, I like to sit across from him or next to him and watch. Truthfully, there’s something about hearing and watching a man cum that turns me on. Oh, how I wish there was some dick here tonight. I’d have him laying in the center of the bed, with his legs stretched open, jerking his dick off for me while I lowered my pussy over his face with my back towards him so I can watch him long stroke his cock while he’s eating my pussy. My mouth drools at the thought.
I glance over at the clock again. 4:10 a.m. In three more hours, it will be time for me to get up and get ready for work. I let out a sigh. The last thing I want to think about is work. “Fuck,” I say out loud as I lay back in bed and spread open my legs.
I don’t feel like fucking; but I definitely feel like being on my knees licking some big black balls, running my tongue along the veins on a thick, juicy dick. Hell, I might even let the nigga slap his dick across my lips and face, while I moan and beg him to feed me his cock as I play in my pussy. I want him to run his hands through my hair, pump his throbbing shaft in and out of my mouth, and talk dirty to me, while I deep throat him, gulping down every inch of him, wrapping his dick with my soft lips, burying it down my throat, submitting to him on my knees, sucking, and licking, and slurping, willing and eager to make him feel good until he nuts that sweet dick cream. Oh, shit. Just thinking about it has my pussy aching.
I pull open my pussy lips with my right hand, then take my left hand and slip my index and pointer fingers into my mouth and wet them up, before placing them on my clit. I work my clit, pressing down in slow circular motions, making it swell to an aching knot of flesh. I am rubbing my pussy, winding my hips to a beat that causes my pussy lips to swell with excitement and get slick. When I can no longer take the yearning that is building up inside of me, begging for an escape, I reach for my Ben-Wa egg and slide it inside of me. My pussy greedily slurps it in. Then I take my Mini-Tongue and turn it on high and allow it to lap at my pussy and clit. “Oh, oh, oh…Mmmm… Mmmm…” I moan. It doesn’t take long before I can feel a nut roaring inside of me. Between the vibrations of the egg inside of me, and the vibrations of the Tongue on my clit, my hot juices spurt out of my pussy like hot lava from an erupting volcano, spilling down the crack of my ass and onto the sheets. I scream and moan to the high heavens, sweat and cry, and cum a hundred more times until I am practically weak. After my earth-shattering adventure, I pull the egg out of my wetness, suck off my sweet juice, then drift back into a peaceful sleep.