My Own Private Gay Porn Show

Mat wanted cock; more than that, he needed it. It had become a hunger and he needed filling in every sense.

I approved his search for a man, someone who would let him suck his cock and, important to us both, would let me watch. I was surprised how quickly he found somebody, how quickly we managed to arrange a meeting.

We were nervous and approached cautiously. We were looking for someone who was looking for us. Our paths crossed with a man and we walked on.

“If that’s him”, Mat checked with me, “do you want to go through with this”.
“Yes”, I was suddenly more confident, “I do”.

We wheeled round and this time we all greeted each other. Nervously, hesitantly we made our way inside. The location was as described. Comfy chairs gave me somewhere to sit and watch. We kept the lights low but I could see perfectly well.

Mat kneeled in front of the man and began stroking him through his jeans. He looked sideways at me, putting on a show.

Still as I watched he forgot himself as the man in front of him instructed Mat in how to pleasure him, controlled him, fucked his face, used him.
I watched. I told Mat he was a Good Boy, I held his head and stroked his back and then sat back to watch some more. This was sexy and good.

This man knew how to use him, how to speak to him. I felt a tingle of electricity as I watched and listened.
“Some men are destined to suck other men’s cocks, don’t you think?”, he remarked to me.
Watching Mat with his mouth full, eagerly pleasuring him I felt inclined to agree.

When his kind benefactor gave him a face full of spunk I ran my fingers across Mat’s face, feeding it to him, watching him swallow it down eagerly.

This done we all sat back to relax, to chat and to agree that we might indeed like to do that again someday…soon.

 

Forced Service

He is naked and ready to serve his mistress. His manhood confined in a cage, locked with a key she wears about her neck. The pleasure tonight is to be hers.
“Come here”, she beckons, “bend over”.

Pulled down onto all fours he crouches nervously. Her hand strokes across his ass bringing coolness as she lubes him up. He whimpers slightly as she feels him forcing a butt plug into place. It stretches him and he struggles to accept it. She fastens a strap across it, locking into the chastity device. He has no escape from the intruder in his body.

“Now pleasure me with your tongue, Boy” she purrs, “you’ll wear that toy until I cum”.
She lies back on the bed and pulls his head down between her legs. As his face is enveloped in her sweetness she moans with delight.

As his tongue explores her folds his cock struggles to rise but the cage holds it firm. His pleasure in his mistress brings an inescapable pain, a pain only to be ended with her pleasure.
Desperately he redoubles his efforts to please and his mistress moans with pleasure as he takes her over the edge. She cums, pulling his head towards her, well served.

In Belgium No One Can Hear You Scream

My Good Boy My boy and I had a weekend away. Now as this was a trip abroad it was filled with sightseeing and adventure but even so we found some time to play together.

We had a sense of freedom, of being anonymous and that enabled us to be far more relaxed than might otherwise be the case.

My boy went out in his collar, the tag peeking through the neck of his shirt, unafraid of who might see (not many people, it was cold and we were wrapped up warmly).

In the hotel I found time to have my boy on his knees, sucking my cock, enjoying the size of it and the anticipation. Then I chose to rape my boy; with no need to be quiet he could surrender to the moment and I could use him without restraint. In return I could demand his cock and I could sing out my pleasure freely (and loudly).

Hotel rules meant that my Boy stayed naked. That he could serve me. It meant he took whatever pain and pleasure I chose and for once I delighted in giving him pleasure. Leaving him shaking and trembling with its intensity (yes, I am a smug Domme and with good reason).

We shared our freedom, our pleasure and our love. My boy, truly mine, for a few precious days.

Sucking My Cock

Suck It For Me

Suck ItI took my boy to a party. With a little help from my friends I had a surprise for him.

I had him stripped down to his panties, which I know makes him feel slutty. We let him know he would be performing for the camera. Then I ordered him to suck a man off, to give him pleasure and to put on a show for us all to watch.

It was indeed hot to watch. My Boy, my whore in training, doing as he was commanded. Giving pleasure, until he was left with a mouthful of spunk.
I was left with memories and photographs.

Keeping My Boy In The Dark

Mat is mine; my boy, my bitch and I am training him to be my whore. His body is mine to use how I please and I may use him to give pleasure to others if I wish. I wanted to see him do just that.

We got into the car and I told Mat to drive to the railway station. He looked uncertain. “There are lots of places you can go on the train”. I nodded. He didn’t need to know where we were going.

On the train his discomfort increased. He had no idea where we were going or what might be expected of him. He fidgeted nervously but assured me that he would be my good boy. I knew he would.

Our destination wasn’t far from the station, a small hotel where we walked straight in. I headed for the lift. I had been texted directions and I knew where we were going. In the hallway I paused and produced a blindfold. I fastened it over Mat’s eyes; this was after all to be a surprise for him. I knocked on the hotel room door.

A beautiful lady answered it and ushered us both in. I guided Mat into the room. It was dimly lit and a naked man similarly blindfolded lay on the bed. I grinned and helped Mat strip down to his frilly panties, laying his clothes neatly to one side.

I guided him up onto the bed and then the woman guided his mouth towards her partner’s cock. My boy began his work without hesitation. I sat back and watched the two blindfolded men, one pleasuring the other. The lady and I grinned at one another, this was hot to watch. In the dim light, we bent our heads to the boys and whispered encouragement at them. Mat was working hard, his hands and his mouth used to good effect. The woman removed the blindfold from her partner and he looked down to watch my boy sucking his cock before throwing his head back again in pleasure. As he grew closer to the edge I told my boy to take him all the way, I wanted to see spunk in his mouth. I heard the man asking his lover if she wanted him to cum and so she did. Urged thus my boy took him all the way and sat up at last rolling spunk on his tongue for me to see until I told him to swallow it down.

I asked the woman if she required any more services from my boy and she requested that he eat her too, so I guided him forward again until he could bury his face between her thighs. He lapped eagerly at her and she responded with pleasure. Held and kissed by her lover and I, a very sexy lady having a very sexy time. My boy in darkness, blindly using his mouth and hands guided only by her cries of delight.

I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed; watching, taking it all in. I was thrilled to see my boy giving pleasure, trusting in me to direct him and protect him. What I was seeing was hot and sexy and Mat was doing it for me. I realised I was smiling only because my cheeks actually hurt from doing so.
I smiled again when I thought how unsympathetic Mat would be of such discomfort.

My boy came to lick me also, letting me join in with the pleasure of the moment. For a while I was the centre of attention and loving it. Still we were not yet finished. My boy was hungry for more and went back to both the man and the woman to use his mouth yet again to give them pleasure before we were done.

Finally I helped him dress, still blindfolded and led him out into the corridor, leaving our hosts to enjoy the rest of their evening. I took my boy away, so proud and happy and full of smiles.

I hope I can make Mat do that again one day.
Anyone want a blow job?

TMI Tuesday – 8 October 2013

It’s been a while but I thought I’d share some answers.

In Real Life

1. Create your perfect job. What do you do?
I work in the theatre; both on and off stage. There’s something about live performance which is as heady to me as the buzz I get from kink. Sometimes those two have a lot in common.

2. What person has changed you for the better?
Everyone who loves me changes me for the better. They’re teaching me to be happier and more relaxed. It’s a slow lesson but I’m working on it.

3. Cat person or dog person?
That’s hard. Cats don’t give as much emotional commitment as dogs but then again I dislike having to pick up shit. Toilet trained puppy?

4. Who is your favourite relative? Why?
I wouldn’t dream of choosing a favourite from my living relatives but the one I miss most is my Grandad. He made me laugh, had adventures with me and helped me be stronger.

5. Mop the floor or iron clothes?
Mop the floor. I get a lot of satisfaction from a clean floor (and I’m better at it).

6. Which would you rather have, a swimming pool or a gardener? Why?
Swimming pool. I want to swim naked.

Bonus: Are you better at giving oral sex or receiving oral sex?
Receiving. Mat can give a much better blow job than me by far.

 

My Boy Pleases Me

My boy has been feeling, and behaving, as such a slut recently and I have been enjoying it, enjoying seeing him consumed in his submission and desire. I realised today how much I was consumed also, consumed with the delight of being his Domme, of owning him, of playing with him, of treating him as my bitch and as the whore he longs to be. My lust driven by my need for dominance.

I was alone and that desire still flooded through me. I lay back on the bed, hand between my legs and let my fantasies take me away.

My boy was there, naked of course, as I lay on the bed looking at him.
“Come here”, he knelt obediently between my legs and I grabbed his hair and pulled his head against my cunt.
“Lick me. Make me cum”.
His mouth lapped at me, he sucked at my clit and my thighs tensed around his head.
“There’s my good little bitch…Give me pleasure”, his role is to give pleasure and I was taking it.
“Yes, that’s right, eat me, you dirty little whore.” he continued to lick eagerly at my pussy and my hands stroked his hair.
“You dirty little whore”, his mouth felt so good on me.
“You…dirty…little…whore”.
I came then, my body bucking, my breath gasping, until I lay back, unable to move, lost in the pleasure.

Pleasure my Boy had given me; even though he wasn’t there.