Stephen, 21, from the UK
Stephen is another slave I met in a chatroom. From the beginning he seemed very submissive to me. His cock is a little smaller, but I think it is ok. When I saw his first pictures I somehow had a feeling that this slave here is still a virgin. Well, my feeling was right and Stephen confessed to me later that he really is a virgin and is desperately trying to fuck a girl.
TASK 1 - Pictures of the cock
Stephen didn't really have the talent to take nice pictures of his cock and that's why I had to ask him to do this task again. The result is better than his first try but my really high standards probably never get satisfied. As you can see, this bitch got quite a small cock. I noticed another thing and that is that he is way too hairy for his mistress. When he completed these five tasks, I will order him to shave.
TASK 2 - A note for the mistress
Stephen here had to write a note for me and he didn't only write "I'm all yours Andrea", no, he added the words "your slave, your toy and your bitch!" I like the way he took the picture. It was a nice idea to write it on a small sheet and showing it in his pants beside his cock.
TASK 3 - Writing a poem
His next task was writing a poem for me. He told me he didn't have any paper, so he had to write it on the small sheets. I liked that little message on small sheets, but I don't think it is the right method for presenting a poem. Nevertheless I will show you the pictures he took and it's also up to you to decide. Let me know what you think.
TASK 4 - Drawing a picture
I think Stephen tried hard drawing that picture for me! He did my body very nicely and I have to admit that the face is, in fact, not that bad (for someone who is not an artist)! The picture could be better, because you have to admit that his thumb is kinda distracting in that picture!
TASK 5 - Writing a sex story for me
Stephen wrote the following story for his Mistress:
“I’m sorry,” I say as you look down at me from your tall desk chair.
“It’s no excuse,” you say. “Sexual harassment is a very serious matter.”
I nod, my eyes on your feet below the desk.
“Why did you touch Miss Bennett?” you ask.
“I’m a very lonely man,” I say, “And she is gorgeous.”
“Why did you not touch me instead, then?” you ask. I am shocked. “Am I not gorgeous?”
“Um… well… yes – yes you are, Andrea.”
“Are you… sexually frustrated, Stephen?”
“Um…”
“Don’t be shy. You can tell me! I’m here for you. In every way.”
“I don’t understand, Andrea…”
“Do you find my sexually attractive, Stephen?”
“Well… yes, Andrea.”
“Good. Come round my house tonight. You remember where it is, no?” I nod.
“And from now on, call me Mistress Andrea.” You say.
I arrive at your door at seven, and I ring once. I wait thirty seconds, and there is no answer. I ring again, and you answer immediately. You are wearing a tight white dress, and underneath I can see a black bra. You are wearing also a pair of black stockings and your favourite pair of panties, though I cannot see these yet. You let me in, and close the door behind you. you turn around and push me hard up against the door. We kiss, passionately and you run your fingers through my hair, and I run the fingers on my right hand through yours as those on my right find their way to your legs. I am shy, and you tell me harshly, ‘Make me wet, Stephen.”
I let my fingers drift up your inner thigh, until they reach the side of your panties. I slip them aside, and do some exploratory work. I wonder how tight your 21-year old pussy is? Don't tell me - I'll find out myself as i force as many fingers as possible inside your tight snatch. You groan, maybe bite my lower lip lightly as you turn us both and throw me away from you. I stumble backwards, fall to the floor. I see in your eyes that you like this. You say you want to show me your living room. You take me through and throw me now to the sofa. You sit in another chair, across the room, and from under your dress you take off your panties. I'll use them later, you say. You tell me to drop my jeans and wank for you. I don't want to, I say, I'd rather fuck. You stand up sharply, and walk over to me. You force me to my knees, and you bend me over. You spank me, hard, on the ass. Thirty times, you say, and you make me count them out loud. After all thirty, you push me back onto the sofa. Drop your jeans and wank. This time I listen, and you start to finger yourself as you watch from across the room.
You tire of this and take me to your room. We enter, and you tell me to kneel beside your bed. I do so, learning not to disobey you. You search your drawers and find two more pairs of panties - you tie them together to form a rudimentary rope. You put this in my mouth and tie it behind my head, tightly. I am now gagged. You tell me to stand, and I do.
“Strip me.”
With little care I rip your dress off, pulling it from you entirely. You now stand before me naked except for a small black bra and your stockings. You remove your bra, and throw it from your bedroom window. Revealing handcuffs, you secure my arms behind my back. You push me face first onto the bed, pushing my face down into the sheets, reminding me that they will not remain this dry for long. Again searching your drawers you find a pair of tights, which you use to tightly bind my ankles together.
You tell me to stand up, and I do so. You spank me once more, as hard as you can, once I have stood. I fall forward onto the bed. You turn me over and tear off my soaking wet gag. You push the wettest pair of panties into your tight pussy. You take off my handcuffs, move my hands round to the front of my body. You take off my shirt, then cuff my hands in front of me. My cock bulges behind my boxers, but you pull them down. Now naked, you open your mouth and pull my cock deep inside it as you suck me off. As I near climax, you pull me out and I do not cum. You jump onto the bed, and I finger you harshly and roughly as you moan for more. You pull me towards you, turn and have me fuck you doggy-style. As I am about to cum, you tell me to cum on your ass. I pull out and do so.
“Lean over and I drink it up,” you say, and I do so.
Until I am ready again, we kiss hot and heavily upon your bed while I fuck your pussy with your vibrator. I tell you that this time you must treat me - and after a while we start to 69 on your bed. I lie on the bed, you above me, and I pull your pussy into my face, licking and flicking as you squirm. I tell you now to lie on the bed, and I crouch above you as you pleasure my cock with your hands and breasts. Behind my back, I still fuck you hard with your vibrator. I lean now over you, and I tell you to flip us. You place your hands on my shoulders, and I place mine on your naked sides, and we roll over on your bed so that I am on bottom and you are on top - I command you to fuck me, and you do so, roughly as I spank your ass. When I cum, I cum into your mouth, and we kiss, exchanging the cum and letting it drip down between us.
“I’m sorry,” I say as you look down at me from your tall desk chair.
“It’s no excuse,” you say. “Sexual harassment is a very serious matter.”
I nod, my eyes on your feet below the desk.
“Why did you touch Miss Bennett?” you ask.
“I’m a very lonely man,” I say, “And she is gorgeous.”
“Why did you not touch me instead, then?” you ask. I am shocked. “Am I not gorgeous?”
“Um… well… yes – yes you are, Andrea.”
“Are you… sexually frustrated, Stephen?”
“Um…”
“Don’t be shy. You can tell me! I’m here for you. In every way.”
“I don’t understand, Andrea…”
“Do you find my sexually attractive, Stephen?”
“Well… yes, Andrea.”
“Good. Come round my house tonight. You remember where it is, no?” I nod.
“And from now on, call me Mistress Andrea.” You say.
I arrive at your door at seven, and I ring once. I wait thirty seconds, and there is no answer. I ring again, and you answer immediately. You are wearing a tight white dress, and underneath I can see a black bra. You are wearing also a pair of black stockings and your favourite pair of panties, though I cannot see these yet. You let me in, and close the door behind you. you turn around and push me hard up against the door. We kiss, passionately and you run your fingers through my hair, and I run the fingers on my right hand through yours as those on my right find their way to your legs. I am shy, and you tell me harshly, ‘Make me wet, Stephen.”
I let my fingers drift up your inner thigh, until they reach the side of your panties. I slip them aside, and do some exploratory work. I wonder how tight your 21-year old pussy is? Don't tell me - I'll find out myself as i force as many fingers as possible inside your tight snatch. You groan, maybe bite my lower lip lightly as you turn us both and throw me away from you. I stumble backwards, fall to the floor. I see in your eyes that you like this. You say you want to show me your living room. You take me through and throw me now to the sofa. You sit in another chair, across the room, and from under your dress you take off your panties. I'll use them later, you say. You tell me to drop my jeans and wank for you. I don't want to, I say, I'd rather fuck. You stand up sharply, and walk over to me. You force me to my knees, and you bend me over. You spank me, hard, on the ass. Thirty times, you say, and you make me count them out loud. After all thirty, you push me back onto the sofa. Drop your jeans and wank. This time I listen, and you start to finger yourself as you watch from across the room.
You tire of this and take me to your room. We enter, and you tell me to kneel beside your bed. I do so, learning not to disobey you. You search your drawers and find two more pairs of panties - you tie them together to form a rudimentary rope. You put this in my mouth and tie it behind my head, tightly. I am now gagged. You tell me to stand, and I do.
“Strip me.”
With little care I rip your dress off, pulling it from you entirely. You now stand before me naked except for a small black bra and your stockings. You remove your bra, and throw it from your bedroom window. Revealing handcuffs, you secure my arms behind my back. You push me face first onto the bed, pushing my face down into the sheets, reminding me that they will not remain this dry for long. Again searching your drawers you find a pair of tights, which you use to tightly bind my ankles together.
You tell me to stand up, and I do so. You spank me once more, as hard as you can, once I have stood. I fall forward onto the bed. You turn me over and tear off my soaking wet gag. You push the wettest pair of panties into your tight pussy. You take off my handcuffs, move my hands round to the front of my body. You take off my shirt, then cuff my hands in front of me. My cock bulges behind my boxers, but you pull them down. Now naked, you open your mouth and pull my cock deep inside it as you suck me off. As I near climax, you pull me out and I do not cum. You jump onto the bed, and I finger you harshly and roughly as you moan for more. You pull me towards you, turn and have me fuck you doggy-style. As I am about to cum, you tell me to cum on your ass. I pull out and do so.
“Lean over and I drink it up,” you say, and I do so.
Until I am ready again, we kiss hot and heavily upon your bed while I fuck your pussy with your vibrator. I tell you that this time you must treat me - and after a while we start to 69 on your bed. I lie on the bed, you above me, and I pull your pussy into my face, licking and flicking as you squirm. I tell you now to lie on the bed, and I crouch above you as you pleasure my cock with your hands and breasts. Behind my back, I still fuck you hard with your vibrator. I lean now over you, and I tell you to flip us. You place your hands on my shoulders, and I place mine on your naked sides, and we roll over on your bed so that I am on bottom and you are on top - I command you to fuck me, and you do so, roughly as I spank your ass. When I cum, I cum into your mouth, and we kiss, exchanging the cum and letting it drip down between us.
