My Dom History - Cover

My Dom History

Copyright© 2008 by niteowluk99

Chapter 4: Yolanda

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4: Yolanda - The story of how I got to become the dom master I am today.

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult   NonConsensual   True Story   Slut Wife   Wimp Husband   Cuckold   Wife Watching   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   Group Sex   Safe Sex   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Sex Toys   Cream Pie   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism  

Yolanda was a distant sub; by that I mean she lived in Nottinghamshire whilst I lived in London but for almost three years we spent every weekend together. Either in London or at her home. She was very much a sub but much more into the bondage side of things rather than the slutty side.

I met Yolanda over the internet on a alternative life style website; she responded to my profile and soon we were chatting on msn messenger; she loved to perform for me on webcam doing exactly as I commanded her to do. When we would meet up she loved nothing better than to settle down in the evening wearing nothing but a thin negligee type dressing gown and be tied up. Usually this started with me tying up her tits; it seemed the tighter I bound her tit's the better she liked it. The sight of her large tits bound around their base so they looked red and angry as they bulge seemed to inspire her horny passions. Then next thing she liked was for me to tie her hands, arms or elbows to incapacitate them whilst making them force her to thrust her tits out further. Then I would spend time punishing her tits; she had a metal toothed hairbrush which she like me to spank her tits with; before I would gently suck on her rock hard nipples until she was almost begging to have her cunt filled. She had bought a broom handle just to use as a spreader bar and delighted in having her ankles spread as wide as she could stand. A wooden hairbrush would then be used to spank her hard on her cunt and she delighted even more so once her clit became erect and poked through her cunt lips. The square wooden handle of this hair brush was a favourite object to be shoved up her cunt or arse; all the time she wanted to be called a whore and a slut but would shy away from proving she was exactly that.

 
There is more of this chapter...

To read this story you need a Registration + Premier Membership
If you have an account, then please Log In or Register (Why register?)

 

WARNING! ADULT CONTENT...

Storiesonline is for adult entertainment only. By accessing this site you declare that you are of legal age and that you agree with our Terms of Service and Privacy Policy.


Log In