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I met her on the internet and shared my fantasies with her. Dark dreams about being dominated by a BBW mistress that have eaten away at me for years. She helped me realize them but it was not an easy process. In order to learn to serve her, I had to be broken into the femdom dynamic. Looking for kinky and agressive mistress near? We agreed to meet. She instructed me only to tell friends and relatives that I was going out of town for the weekend. She gave me directions on a place to drive to, somewhere between the towns where we each lived.

She describes a parking lot where I am to leave my car. A Femdom dog stories that runs further out of the town and a stretch of woods a couple of miles down the road with a little gravel pullover and an old hiking trail. She has told me of a bridge and a little clearing, a visible landmark a half mile along the trail. Once I arrive there at the deated hour I have been told to place the two items I have been ordered to bring on myself.

The first is a leather blindfold. Once in place, my world grows dark. Her second instruction is that I am to handcuff myself to one railing of the bridge with metal police handcuffs. For safety reasons I have been allowed to retain the key in case she is prevented from making our rendezvous. The little bridge in the woods is to be our auction block. She has informed me that she will come here at her leisure and inspect me. Blindfolded, I will not see her, the choice in this matter is entirely hers and not mine in accord with one of my deepest desires. She may reject me or choose to play with me on the spot or even take me home with her for the weekend.

It is to be her choice. But I had already made the mistake Femdom dog stories entrusting her with my darkest desires, my need to be deprived of choice and self-control and also of confiding my fear and trepidation, my reluctance to let go and surrender this control. That night she would make the decision for me, it was to be, without me anticipating it, my journey into a life of slavery.

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But I am getting ahead of myself. In the woods, I waited until at length I heard the sound of footsteps on leaves. I struggle into position. Then I hear her urging me to hold very still. Then I feel the flat edge of the steel blade of a knife pressing against my cheek. It is cold to the touch and sends a shiver racing up my spine. She brings the knife to the back of my neck and Femdom dog stories I feel the blade as it tares the back of my old Femdom dog stories t-shirt from the collar to the hem.

The two halves of my shirt part, clinging at my arms, my back bare and exposed to the night air. She pressed her hands to my shoulder blades and runs her fingers approvingly over my back. The knife travels to first one arm then the other and finishes the task of ripping my shirt to shreds so that it no longer clings to my body. She moves down to my jeans, her hands stroking my crotch before fumbling with my belt buckle and pulling it off of my pants. The strap of my own belt cracks across my back.

I want to see how well you can take a beating as a boy in my house can expect to be beaten often. After a good fifty strokes, she stops and unbuttons my button fly jeans, easing them down off of my narrow hips until they hang awkwardly about my ankles. As instructed, I am without underpants, so now aside from my pants resting on my shoes I am completely exposed.

I squirm a little at first, but learn not to once she wraps my ponytail around my fist and forces my head down to the railing. She holds me like this while lashing my ass with my own belt. Once my bottom is blushing red she stops and while still holding my ponytail with one hand, slides a finger from her other hand it to my mouth. Get it nice and wet. Suck it hard.

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She stabs her finger in and out as if it were a weapon. You may not be suitable after all. My hole yields unwillingly to her violation at first, Femdom dog stories with rising courage, I press my rear towards her and fuck her probing finger back. God, you need that ass fucked slut. Show me how bad you want it. Fuck my finger. Her words are my first indication that I will be leaving these woods with her. That I have been accepted. Straining against the discomfort I redouble my efforts to please her, rocking back and forth faster and harder. She smacks my ass hard with her free hand and extracts the probing finger from my tight hole, quickly snaking it between my thighs and seizing me by the balls.

Her free hand is wrapped back around my ponytail and her lips are quivering so close to my ears that I can feel her hot breath. She stroking my cock now. Hard squeezes, a tight yet arousing grip. I want it hard for my inspection. And I am getting hard, aroused by the feeling of her large breasts pressing through her shirt against my bare back and the hand the job she is giving me.

But it must not be growing stiff fast enough for her because she is yanking my hair harder and urging me on with a torrent of abuse. Surely you can do a little bigger than this, the way you bragged to me in those pathetic e-mails. If you ever earn the reward of being allowed to satisfy me personally that is. Her words have a stimulating effect on me.

The more she treats me like an animal at auction or a piece of meat to poked and prodded the harder I become. My erection juts out now. It just might do. Maybe with some more modification, a little pumping, a few piercings to add to my pleasure.

Kick off your shoes. Awkwardly I step on one heel and push Femdom dog stories my foot flies free and shake off the shoe. Then with even more difficulty use the freed foot to extract myself from my remaining show.

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Still cuffed to the bridge I manage to free my ankles and find myself standing nude except for the blindfold and my socks. I realize she has bent down scooped up my pants and shoes when I hear her extract the handcuff key from my front pants pocket.

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She twists the key into one of the keyholes and my wrist springs free for a just a second before she grabs it and pins my arms behind my back. The still cuffed wrist is brought away from the railing and I am quickly re-cuffed with both my arms behind my back. I grab them and hold one dangling from each hand. She steers me along the trail by holding onto my hair and urges me forward by strapping my thighs. It is a long slow walk back out to the road with my feet stumbling over the stony path, crunching among the leaves and tripping over roots.

Unaccustomed to traveling over this sort of terrain without shoes my feet are sore by the time we reach her car. I lift first one and then the other and feel her tug them off of me. I am wondering what would happen if some car passed us now and saw my naked body hanging half out of the car. But I know that this must be a fairly deserted stretch of road even by day and that even if a car did pass quickly in the night it would see only the car at the side of the road.

Not the powerful woman forcing her naked slave into her car from between the far side of the pull off and the entrance to the wooded trail. I am forced down into the wheel well of the car on the passenger side and hear the door slam shut behind me. I hear her turn the keys in the ignition, feel the movement of her thighs as she feathers the gas.

Her left hand hold my head steady, grinding my face against her crotch. I am quickly lost in the twists and turns of the car as we travel this way for the better part of an hour. She does talk to me. Telling me what is in store for me for the next 48 hours. The first lesson in dehumanization. I will spend the rest of the weekend as a dog. Forbidden to speak, to get up off of all fours, to eat with utensils or drink from a glass.

At last the car slows, turning into what is evidently her driveway, and I hear the sound of the electric garage door raising, the car pulling in and at last, coming to a complete stop. She gets out of the car first and then opens my side and guides me out by the nape of my neck. I clamber awkwardly down, placing my feet on the garage floor first. The cement floor is hard and cold beneath my knees and elbows, but my guided trip across it is short. I remain thoroughly disoriented by the blindfold, but once she opens a door and guides me through it I realize that we have emerged into some sort of backyard through a door at the rear of the garage.

I am still caught off guard as a spray of cold water hits my naked ass. She hoses over my body, soaking my hair, spraying under my armpits and then setting to work on my ass and crotch. At first, the squirting is playful, a mist of water over my dangling testicles and flaccid cock. Then, maliciously, I feel the pressure building up until she is pounding my genitals with a hard jet of water.

I squirm involuntarily and receive a reprimand, a sharp slap to my wet rear and a command to sit still. The hard jet of water is directed between my buttocks until the stream is pushing against my tight rear hole. I feel her fingers, wet from the spray, peeling apart my buttocks, probing for my asshole and redirecting the stream right on its target.

The pelting water has almost the intensity of tiny pebbles hitting against the sensitive flesh. I hear her vanish into the garage for a second when she returns it must be with a large beach towel as I feel her beginning to dry me off. The towel tosses my head of thick wet hair and brusquely wipes down my body, the pace slows to linger over my cock and balls alone where I can feel her hands gripping me roughly through the terry cloth fabric and squeezing my organs. Then my ears detect the sound of metal wrestling against metal and of a padlock sliding shut.

She pats my head comfortingly. Give me your right front paw dog. Then, moving Femdom dog stories me, she commands me to extend my rear legs one at a time and feel her slide the knee p home. I am grateful for the consideration she shows me by supplying these small comforts. Next, she produces a pair of leather bondage mitts. She Femdom dog stories one of my front paws into mitt and buckles the straps tight, effectively depriving me of the use of my opposable thumbs and reducing me to an Femdom dog stories method.

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