Succulent Sally
By Montrose
A ripe Goddess grooms a financial slave

I met Sally online and chatted for several months before she opened up and directed me to a site she 
ran. She advertised herself as a "Luscious Financial Dominatrix" specializing in "wealthy subservient 
men." Her stats said she was five eleven and 175 pounds. Not fat but not skinny by any stretch of the 
imagination. That matched her measurements: 36DD-28-38, though her hips looked a little bigger than 
that when I finally met her. Maybe she had gained a few pounds?

I had fantasized about being dominated by women. Being relatively small myself, a limited amount of 
my fantasies had come true. So, this Sally was a professional? I found this appealing, considering how 
open and friendly she seemed. Her openness had improved when I told her I owned a chain of franchise 
restaurants that were as good as a license to print money.

Anyway, what caught my eye online was her platinum blonde hair, lovely moon face and deep cleavage. 
Any woman putting all that together and displaying it all so well liked being enjoyed by men. Still, it took 
me months to convince her to meet with me. We exchange pictures (wow did she have some nice ones) 
and she complimented my muscular chest and arms. She wouldn't say what her reluctance was about. I 
was guessing that she was put off by my size. I'm only five-eight and 145, so three inches shorter than 
her and 30 pounds lighter (at least).  She had a curvaceous hourglass figure and loved it - no skinny girl 
complex or desires. She gloried in being a goddess. Maybe she didn't think I was man enough for a 
woman like her - and in retrospect maybe she was right. 

I sent gifts - flowers, perfume, expensive Italian boots she said she liked... She strung me along. Finally, 
however, she relented and we met at a sushi bar and had a great time. Men with good looking dates 
kept sneaking a peek at mine - the hottest bombshell in the joint. She wore the tall boots I sent her and 
they put her round ass up on a pedestal - heart stopping. They also made her three inches taller, 
dwarfing me. We put away a ton of sashimi and sake and ended up back at her place. 
 
Fueled by rice wine, we coiled together on her sofa, shedding clothes like they were on fire. I ate her pie 
then took her doggy style by the fireplace, pulling hard on her ample hips. When she left to get us water 
afterwards, I followed and took her on her dining room table. After that we hit the shower and I 
humped her soapy tits until I popped a load in her face. She giggled and licked up what she could reach. 
"Satisfied, little man?" she asked as she stood, engulfing me in her flesh.

"Oh god yes," I gasped as warm water ran down from her body onto me. Soap from her hooters and 
cum from her face washed over me.

"That was for the boots. Tomorrow we do things my way." I smiled, thinking how fun that would be. I 
was in heaven as she carried me to bed and tucked me in. It was like floating on a cloud. I fell asleep as 
she rubbed my back and whispered, "Sleep well, little man. Tomorrow we begin your training." 

The next morning I woke up first. I fondled her magnificent rack as she slept. She smiled, waking slowly. I 
took that opportunity to start licking her full body, starting with her feet, moving up to her quim, which 
slowed me down. I slurped up a load of her cum before moving on up her belly to her bosom, which 
slowed me down again. I got lost sucking those rolling, warm titties. Moaning, she wrapped her arms 
around me and rolled over on top of me.

It was incredible being eclipsed by all that amazing flesh until I started running out of air. She giggled 
when I patted her flank. "Move baby," I told her.

"What?" she replied. Couldn't she hear me through her tits?

"Move?" I said louder.

"Why?"

"I need air."

She giggled.

"Really, baby." I started getting a little panicky. "Now, okay?" I pushed on her hips. 

She spread out her legs and tightened her arms around me. "Make me." Her voice was playful.

"MOVE!" I yelled. I thrashed and pushed. "I'm serious!"

She laughed and kept me under.

"I need air! PLEASE!"

"You really can't move me?"

"No!" She was a lot stronger than she looked.

She giggled some more. "Wonderful. Looks like I have myself a new man slave! A weak little pussy-man 
to do with as I please."

I struggled for all I was worth, but started to black out. "Please..."

She rolled off of me and I gulped air into my protesting lungs.

She knelt next to me. "Okay," she said. "That's enough air for now." Before I could move she threw a leg 
over and dropped her big ass on my face. "Lick that real nice and maybe I'll consider let you breathe 
again."

"Come on!" I smacked her cheek.

"Lick it," she commanded as she twisted my nipples.

"Ouch!" I fought back, but she captured my arms and tucked them under her legs.

Sweating and low on air, I finally did as told and licked ass, circling her hole. Sally moaned and rubbed it 
in my face.

Finally, satisfied, she got up. She was smiling down at me with a superior grin on her sweet face. "Nice 
work, little man," she told me.

"What..." I panted. "What were... you... trying... to prove?"

"Just having fun," she replied. "How does it feel to be my plaything?"

I started to roll out of bed. This was getting a little nuts. She threw me back down and climbed on top of 
me, this time kissing me, but her feet grapevine my legs and held them still. "Get... off!" I said between 
kisses.

"Make me, you woosy boy you," she giggled.

Now, I had had enough. My struggles became life and death serious. She captured my wrists and pinned 
them over my head, but I broke free. Then she captured them again. The longer it went, the weaker I 
got and the easier it became for her to pin me.  Her delighted giggles were in contrast to my gasping for 
air and cursing.

"You are fucking crazy!" I snapped at her, now too tired to fight back.

Her face got stern. "Take it back."

"No! Get off of me!"

She sat up on my chest with her hands on her hips.

"Take it back." There was tension in her voice - no more giggles.

"Get up you insane moose woman!"

SMACK! She slapped my face hard. I felt the burn from my ear to my eye. "Ouch!"

SMACK! She slapped me the other direction.

I went berserk fighting for all I was worth, never winning a moment of freedom. She kept slapping my 
face until it felt raw and my eyes watered. I managed to turn over under her, but she got me in a 
headlock and twisted one of my arms so painfully behind my back I had to surrender and say I was sorry.

"Say it again," she growled in my ear.

"I am sorry, Sally. Please forgive me."

"And you take it back?" She pulled on my arm.

"OUCH - YES. Yes, I take it back. Please let go of my arm. It hurts."

She let go and got off of me. I was too exhausted to move. I just lie there sweating and gasping.

Sally stroked my butt with her fingers. Despite her being nuts, I can't help that she was turning me on. 
She pushed and I rolled over. Her clever hands ran up my hard shaft.

I looked up and saw hard nipples wobbling over my face. She was panting - getting turned on again. She 
pulled me to her and guided me into her muff. "Fuck me, my toy." We were sideways together. She 
wrapped her arms around me and drove a finger up my ass as I humped into her. One more fuck and 
then I planned to leave.

She came first and didn't wait for me. She slid her wet muff off of my dick and up to my face. "Lap it up," 
she told me. I knew better than to fight with her legs on my shoulders. But my boner was RAGING! I 
grabbed it in my hands as I ate her meaty pie. 

She slapped my hands away. "Stop that," she told me. "That's for me to play with."

But she didn't play with it! She just dripped cum down my throat and moaned for the next hour.

Once she was satisfied she got up and pushed me out of bed with her foot. "Make me some eggs and 
sausages. Toast too," she commanded.

I wasn't sure I heard that right. "What?"

"Breakfast, little man. Make it and bring it to me." She luxuriated in the sheets, all damp from sex.

She was treating me like a slave? I looked her body up and down. I could do worse for a Mistress, but I 
don't recall signing up for this.

Still with a raging boner, I padded naked to her kitchen. I found an apron to keep from splattering myself 
as I cooked - it was pink and white checks with a ruffled edge which just barely covered me to my balls 
in front. Only the tie ran to my back.

Eggs... sausage... toast... coffee... I made enough for two and put together a tray. When I set it on her 
side table she sat up in bed and pushed me back. I reached for my plate and she slapped my hand. 
"Stand by the foot of the bed," she told me. She leaned back, took my plate and tipped it onto hers. She 
was going to eat both of them?

"You know I'm hungry too," I complained.

She put everything down and stood up. I looked up at her as she stepped toward me. She slapped my 
face.

"Ouch! God damn you!" I shouted.

She slapped my face again, knocking me onto the bed. "Watch your language," she said. "And don't talk 
back."

I jumped on her, tipping her onto her bed. I got her arms under my legs quickly enough. But did I hold 
her down like she had me? No. She sat up, lifted me and dropped me to my feet before pushing me out 
to the center of her room. She wasn't very quick out in the open. I managed to use both of my arms on 
one of hers and got her arm twisted so that she had to bend way over. She maneuvered me toward a 
wall and crushed me into it with her shoulder so hard I let go of her arm to push her back. She gathered 
my head under her arm and choked me. "You're a bad slave," she told me. "You need to learn some 
manners."

In desperation, I punched her belly as hard as I could. "mmfff!" In response, she punched my eye hard 
nearly knocking me out. If she hadn't been holding me up, I would have hit the floor. I didn't try that 
again. 

"You're a bad little man," she said as she pulled me toward a chair. I struggled until she picked me up in 
a bear hug. She shook me, crushing the air from me with my arms trapped at my sides. When it felt like 
my head would explode, she dropped me. I fell to the floor at her feet.

Sally sat, pulled me up by my hair and onto her lap, belly down, twisting one of my arms up behind my 
back and then leaning hard onto me. She rubbed my bare ass with her free hand and then SMACK!

"Ouch!" She was spanking me! I fought to escape. She leaned on me so hard I thought she would break 
my spine and smacked me again. And again. After five more she picked up a hair brush and kept going.

How I wiggled and cried! The pain was unbearable. 

"Are you going to be good?" she asked.

"YES!"

"I don't believe you." She kept it up.

I begged for mercy. I pleaded for release. I promised to be very very good.

Finally, she shoved me to the floor at her feet. "Kiss that," she told me, pointing with the brush.

I planted my lips on her foot. She picked it up so I could lick the soul of her foot. She sat back in her chair 
and watched as I licked her heel on up to her toes. She stuck her toes in my mouth and smiled. She still 
held that hair brush, so I didn't put up any resistance. I deep throated her toes, sucking them like they 
were cocks.

She got up and swatted her own plump ass with the brush. "There now." I planted my lips on her cheek. 
She adjusted so that my face was up her butt. I found her asshole on my lips again, so I licked it. She 
moaned for a while, then pulled me out by my hair. 

As if forgetting about me, she crawled back into bed, taking up her plate once more. Once I was able to 
stand she pointed to the foot of her bed with her fork. I limped over and stood where she had pointed. 
It felt like she had cracked a rib during the bear hug and spanked my ass raw. It tingled and burned at 
the same time.

When she finished I asked, "May I go home now?"

"No," she replied. "I'm horny again. You may eat me."

I sighed then crawled up onto the bed and buried my face in her plush muff. There was a lot of old juice 
to lick up - both hers and mine. As I did that, I felt her creating more. It was impossible to keep up with 
her flow. "Swallow it!" she snarled and pulled on my hair. I couldn't stop to tell her I was or I would fall 
further behind!

When she came it was like a damn burst in my face. She cried out and shook all over "Ohhhh!" I gulped 
and lapped. Sally melted into the pillows and sheets with her legs spread wide. "Oh my pet, that was 
magnificent," she purred. Her hands stroking my wet face. "For that, I'm going to give you a treat."

I dared not speak - I only waited.

She slowly turned over and stuck her big rump up in my face. Her cheeks were firm and bountiful. "You 
may hump my ass crack," she said. "But, when you cum, you must lick it off."

"Oh thank you!" My boner was still driving me crazy. I ripped off the apron and stepped up behind her 
and slide my shaft between her slick pillowy cheeks. I pushed deep until the head of my tool popped out 
from the top of her sweaty crack, then I slid it back in. God, I almost came right then and there. But I 
managed to hold out for several more strokes. I worked faster and faster until, on a forward thrust, 
BAM! It was the most powerful orgasm of my life. Sparks in my eyes and my back arched. I screamed 
and clawed her bottom. My eyes were shut tight - did my goo arch high and came down between her 
shoulder blades? leaving a line back to my rod?

I opened my eyes as my body relaxed. My cock was still buried deep in her ass crack. Sally reached back 
and separated her cheeks. Cum clung from both cheeks, stringing back and forth. "Get busy, little man," 
she chirped.

I started low and sucked the entire load off her crack while it was still hot. I had to suck on the inside of 
first one cheek and then the other, all the way up. It was humiliating and demeaning, and I loved every 
second of it. Sally's sweet giggles were a delightful high warble providing counterpart to my slurping 
noises. Finally, I was done. "All gone," I admitted, still licking her delicious cheeks.

She rolled over, taking me between her big legs. "Happy?" she asked me as she cradled my face in her 
boobs, letting me suckle.

"Oh yes!" I was awash in glow.

"That's nice. Now it's time for more pain." With that, she tightened her legs around my torso and 
crushed me like she would break me in half.

"AAAHHH!" I pushed at her thighs. "Please! You're hurting me! My ribs!"

Sally languished on the sheets, belying the power she was putting into her legs. This was ten times 
worse than the bear hug! I was going to pass out soon. "I expect more tributes from you, little man. High 
value tributes and lots of them."

"Yes! Anything! Please let me go!"

She let up. I gasped for air. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Does that feel better?"

I nodded.


"Will you be sending me mucho money and gifts? Mucho mucho mucho?" Her voice sounded like baby 
talk and she kissed the end of my nose.

"Yes! Bless you for your mercy. I will!"

"Good boy." Her legs went stiff again, even harder than the first time. I felt my ribs flex.

"Please!" I begged anew. "You're killing me! I'll send you anything you want!"

I don't know how long she toyed with me like this - eventually, I blacked out. I woke up in a sticky pile 
on the living room floor. My clothes were next to me (they smelled like she had wiped off her sweat and 
cum with them). On them was a note. "Get out, little man. I will let you know if I ever feel like seeing you 
again. My interest just MIGHT be increased by the value of your many tributes. ~Sally"

She was gone, but she knew I would behave and leave quietly. I put on my clothes and left, making sure 
the door locked behind me. 

I kept the note close to my heart and followed her blog and online sites. I sent emails, and cash, but she 
seldom responded. Once, after I sent her $300, she made a video laughing about how the little man who 
sent it was getting nothing for his sacrifice. I paid to see the long version, in which she said, "He means 
less than nothing to me. He is a toy I have disposed of." Still, I kept trying. When she mentioned 
something she liked, I moved mountains to see that she got it - receiving no thanks in reply. I had to 
move fast or one of her other admirers would send the coveted item first - shoes, dresses, jewelry, 
stock in a hot IPO. Sometimes she modeled the clothing in images I had to pay to view. 

Several months later, it was a thrill for me to receive a package from her. It contained a pair of panties I 
had gifted to her (she wanted green for St Patrick's day). They were filthy with goo. I stuffed them in my 
face and inhaled. There was a faint smell of her but also of something else. Only then did I see the note 
at the bottom of the box. "These were a big hit with the three rugby players I fucked last night. All three 
of them came all over them many times. Enjoy, little man." I washed my face and hands.

Humiliating, but I still saved them. And I can't get myself to wash them - there is a faint smell of Sally on 
them after all.

I wait by the phone. Please call, Sally. Please. 

I'll be good.