Dominatrix to Many, Plaything to One
By Montrose
A creamy skinned girl finds that physical power is not the only way to dominate others


My complexion could be described as cream hold the peaches, or porcelain white
without the novelty of being albino - on me it looks healthy and even if I say
so, beautiful. My long hair is pale blonde by nature that some assume comes
from a bottle, so I dye it jet black just to have done with it. I keep my
eyebrows white/blonde and use black mascara and eyeliner over fuck-me-red
lipstick. My eyes have been called clear-lake blue. To contrast with my pale
flesh, I wear mostly black clothing with touches of silver studs and red silk.
I am considering tattoos, but I am reluctant to mark my perfect skin.

Kids sometimes ask if I'm a vampire. I tell them, "No. I'm a succubus." I
usually get a blank stare in return. What do they teach kids these days?

Despite all that, what boys notice first about me is my rack. "Prodigious" is
the descriptor, I believe. Carrying these girls around, with their bright pink
and lively areolas, has given me a strong back. Working out with my brother's
weights has toned my arms and upper body. I don't like jogging because of the
tug and sway of my set, so I've become a slave to the Stair Master and other
forms of torture to develop my gluteus, thighs and calves.

Speaking of slaves (and torture), I happen to collect them.

You see, I work at a pet store and I find it tedious. Luckily Brenda, a mousy
little woman of 37 years who works the same shift as me, loves to watch me
torment and abuse men. I'm 23, and I stand five feet eleven. Add the three
inch heels on my boots and I stand taller than most men. Anyway, Brenda might
be gay for me, but I haven't been curious enough to find out yet. Maybe before
I quit this job I'll give her a shot. Might be fun...

Anyway, I was going to tell you about my slave collecting.

It all begins when a man walks into the shop on an innocent mission, like to
find a scratching post for his kitty. If I like what I see I nod to Brenda.
She nods back and the game is on.

Today my first victim is a man of about 50 years, good frame, maybe five feet
nine, wedding ring (I like the married ones best), nice teeth. I nod and
Brenda smiles. I lean over my pigeon so that he can easily see down my loose
fitting silky red V-neck top. "Can I help you find something?" I ask.

I can almost hear his pulse quicken. I keep a pleasant, open expression as I
watch his cheeks flush. It takes him three or four partial sentences to
stammer out that he is looking for a collar for his large dog - all the time
he gazes longingly into my cleavage.

"A dog collar?" I look over at Brenda and she giggles behind her hand. It's
like he's helping me take him!

Watching a man grow flustered always gets me hot. I stand erect, letting my
thin top drape against my bosom - no bra needed with my buoyant orbs. His eyes
are drawn to the two nubs created by my stiffening nipples as they hover in
front of his mouth. "Let me think," I tell him. As I tap my temple I sway a
bit on my heels, making my rack wobble, then I make the
light-bulb-goes-on/I-have-an-idea face and smile brightly down on him. "I know
just what you're looking for!" I tell him. "Come with me." I take his hand in
mine and lead him into the storage area where I take all my victims. "The best
ones are back here."

He follows, clutching my hand, completely overwhelmed. I can hear him sniffing
my fragrance as he follows in my wake. He's also scoping my round ass in my
tight black miniskirt. My black belt with the silver studs rocks as my hips
roll. My creamy white thighs flash between skirt and boots.

We're surrounded by tall shelves now, stacked with pet products. I position
him with his back to a tall stack of dry dog food bags. I put my hand on his
chest and say, "Stay." He wants to chuckle, but he's too uncertain and a
little frightened. I am rather imposing after all - and we are secluded.

I cross over to the boxes of big spiked collars and grab a thick one. I turn
back to him, stepping close, and hold it up in his face. "Is this big enough?"

He nods, eyes wide as he tries to look up at my face and not at my boobs.

"Would you like to see it on me?" I ask in a baby-doll voice, coquettish and
sexy. I hold it up to my throat as my left thigh gently rubs his groin. I can
feel that he's hard as a post already.

He stammers and a fine sweat beads up on his brow. This is the part I love
most - when it dawns on them that their fantasy, or nightmare, is about to
come true. After several tries, my victim fails to put together any actual
words.

I can see Brenda peeping into the storage area, her hand over her mouth, her
eyes sparkling. She has one eye on the front door and one eye on my action.

"I bet you would like that, wouldn't you.," I snarl, now adding a little
anger. My lip curls up and my brow creases. "You come in her and expect you're
going to get the hot young cunt to get on all fours so you can FUCK her DOGGY
style, is that it? You brought me back here to BUTT-FUCK me did you?"

"Wha? I'm-m-m - a - I only only... I-I-I..." He stammers, nearly in shock at
the turn of events.

SMACK! I slap the shit out of him and he shuts up - stunned. "I saw you
staring at my tits you sniveling PERVERT." When I say "tits" I grab mine and
heft them in his face.

He tries to deny it but he's staring at my tits as he does.

SMACK! "You wanna try that again?" My voice is a warning growl now.

He whispers, "I'm so sorry." He's trembling like a leaf. "I didn't mean any
insult. Please forgive me."

"You admit it?"

He nods, blushing.

"Say it, Bitch. What were you doing?"

His voice is so soft I step closer to hear him. "I was staring at your...
t-t-tits."

"Louder!" This is Brenda's signal to begin videotaping. Her cell phone has
decent sound quality but he'll have to speak up.

"I was staring at your tits," He speaks up well enough.

"These right here?" I heft them in his face.

"Oh GOD yes!" He's plenty loud now. "Jesus they're hot!"

"I bet you wanna suck 'em. Am I right?"

"God yes! Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please let me suck your tits!" That's Brenda's signal to stop recording. We
got what we wanted.

I drop my hooters and spit in his eye. "In your dreams."

He's frustrated enough now to take things into his own hands. He leans forward
and shoves his face between my boobs.

"Fucking perv Bitch. For that, you will be punished." I slip the collar around
his neck and pull it tight, choking him until his tongue sticks out. He
struggles, so I lift him by the collar until his toes barely scrape the
ground. That takes some of the fight out of him. Once he turns purple, I
settle him back down, but the collar stays on.

I take my hands away from his neck and he reaches for the collar.

SMACK! The back of my hand leaves a red print on his face. "Don't you dare
touch that."

His hands drop and a tear runs from his eye. "Please, Miss. I would like to
leave now."

SMACK! That's the only reply I give to his whimpering request. Now he's crying
from both eyes.

I show him a leash - it's a skinny pink one with a bell near the clip. "This
looks like the right lead for a simpering little bitch like you," I tell him
as I clip it on. One quick jerk on the leash and he's down on his knees.
Brenda stifles a moan of pleasure - I believe she's fingering herself out
there while she watches. I shove my groin in his face so he can't see her and
point at my belt. "Undo that," I tell him.

The poor man looks so confused. His quivering fingers fumble with my belt
buckle until it hangs open. I hold up eight inches of belt strap to his face
like it's a cock. "Suck on that."

"What?"

I whip his face with the end of my belt then shove it at his mouth. "Suck it!"

This one has a spine. He tries at this point to put up a fight. First, I see
the anger in his eyes. Then he tries to leap to his feet, but I hold him down
with the leash. After that he reaches for the collar trying to take it off.
That's when I deliver three hard kicks to his belly with my flat toed boot. He
doubles up and almost barfs, gasping for air. I keep the belt by his face.

"You gonna suck it, or do I need to get rough?" I ask in a sweet voice.

My victim lets out a frightened war cry and tries once more to gain his feet.
I pull him over by his lead and smack his forehead against a steel shelf. Then
I drag him over and smack his head against a different shelf. I walk him all
over the storage area, smacking his head into walls and shelves easy as I
please. He's getting real wobbly now so I just kick his gut a few more times.

"How about now?" I ask, showing him the end of my belt. "Are you gonna suck it
like a good bitch?"

Gasping for air and squinting through puffy eyes, he opens his mouth. I push
my belt in and he sucks on it. I stuff it deeper until he chokes, then I leave
it there. "Keep going, Bitch," I tell him. "You're doing fine." I make like
I'm humping his face as he slurps my leather belt.

Brenda stifles a laugh. I hold a finger to my lips to warn her to silence.

While my victim continues to suck, I unzip my miniskirt (up the front of my
left thigh) and let the skirt slide off. It dangles from the belt in his
mouth. His eyes grow huge at the sight of my tight red silk panties. I'm
guessing he can feel the heat from my mound already. I pull up my top and tuck
it under my boobs. Then I push down my panties to expose my puffy blonde clit
hair - just a tiny triangle I keep for looks. My pale belly flesh is six-pack
tight. My white thighs flex making my ass jump.

After getting my fingers wet, I push my panties down in the back just passed
my ass and the belt drops out of his mouth with a clank to the floor. I turn
and do a high-speed bare booty dance in his face. His hands slide up my thighs
as he whispers over and over "Oh my god!" I totally hypnotize him with my
bouncing creamy ass - buffing his face with rhythmic slaps from my meaty
cheeks. Pushing his face up my crack gives him a chance to lick my asshole -
it feels so good I let him go at it for a while, slowing my dance so I don't
break his neck. Brenda makes a second home movie.

Brenda is also slapping her beaver now fast and furious while she filming us.
Yeah, I'm gonna bag that woman soon. I wink and lick my lips at her and she
gulps, blushes and puts down the phone to paws her clam even faster. Cute
little mousy thing.

I push the victim to all fours between my legs and sit on his back with the
leash in one hand. He almost caves in under my weight, but he stays up. I snap
the leash on his back "Move it, Bitch!"

Staggering on all fours, he crawls down the aisle with me on his back. I use
the end of the leash to whip his butt and make him crawl faster. I can feel
his back muscles working under my groin, getting me hot - or I should say
hotter - I'm leaving a wet spot on his shirt.

"Rise up," I tell him, pulling up on the leash. He collects himself and
struggles manfully to gain his legs. He collapses under me twice before he
eventually stands with me on his back. I'm impressed - 190 pounds of hard
muscle isn't easy to lift after you've been choked and slapped around.

I pat his face. "Good little pervy slave boy. Now, trot around the room!
FASTER!" I slap his ass hard. "HEEEYAA!"

He does as told and I bounce happily on his back, my tits banging either side
of his head. When we pass the door, Brenda takes a photo. The victim comes to
a stop, seeing her for the first time. I lean on his back laughing with my
tits spreading out on his shoulders. "That's right. We have evidence, Bitch.
What is your wife going to say about this? Does she like it when you play pony
with hot young girls wearing no pants?"

"Please no," he whimpers.

I forcibly turn his face to the camera and lick his cheek as Brenda takes more
pictures, laughing like a little loon. "Maybe she'll like the movie of you
begging to suck my tits."

He tries to dump me off, but I clamp my legs hard. All the air shoots out of
him and he soon falls red- faced to the floor. I land on my feet standing over
him, yanking him back up to his feet by the leash. I shove him up against the
dog food again.

"What is it you want?" he blurts out.

I back hand him a few times for good measure and for fun. Then I lean close,
my bosom at his throat and whisper, "Money."

He hands over his wallet without question. I flip it to Brenda. She empties it
and tanks the billfold in the garbage.

Now I'm stroking his big bone (feeling the pulsing veins), fondling his balls
with my hand down his pants (tickling his sack with my long nails). Brenda
captured video, getting some real good expressions on his face.
"Hoooooolyyyyyyy fuuuuuuuckiiiiiiiiing Chriiiiiiiist!" he purrs, not sure to
be happy or terrified.

I clear it up for him by grabbing his undies and yanking up, lifting him off
the floor and nutting the living fuck out of him. When I drop his undies, he
would fall fetal to the floor, but I pull him back up by the collar. I push my
panties down to dangle from one boot and put one that boot up on a shelf.

I guide his face to my groin and rub his nose in my quim. (Brenda's gets a
close-up. I wonder what she does with all those pictures and videos from all
my slaves. Masturbates to them at home?)

"Ahhhhh..." it feels so good when his tongue flicks out and rims my asshole. I
scream with satisfaction, humping his face until I cum, letting him suck up
every drop. And I fall back against the opposite shelves, dropping his leash.

Now is when I find out if he is completely my slave or not. I watch him
through slits of eyes, panting and relishing the afterglow of orgasm.

He crawls to me and kisses my boots. Brenda tracks him on video. He kisses the
back of my knee just above my right boot sending a shiver up my entire frame.
He kisses all the way up my long pale legs until he is licking my wet pie once
more.

I moan and spread my legs further apart. Brenda zooms in.

He slurps pussy like he's addicted to my cum. He gulps down more and more.

Yes. I've collected another slave.

After I cum so hard it gets in his ears, I let him go. Brenda instructs him to
send envelopes full of money to a PO Box every month so that we don't need to
share any photos. No, I tell him, he cannot ask to see me again. Yes, there is
a small chance I might contact him someday if I want to let him lick me.

I let him leave with the collar and I get dressed. Brenda splits the cash and
she quickly sells his credit card info online, giving me a take of that, too.
I keep his driver's license. I have a drawer full at home, each containing the
name picture and address of one of my slaves.

I'm buckling my belt and patting the damp leather dry when a cute little man
walks into the shop - five five at the most, maybe 130 pounds (no bigger than
Brenda), 35 to 40 years old, wedding ring. His mustache looks like it might
tickle my thighs. I just love the tiny ones - overpowering them is so
laughably easy!

I fix my lipstick, then nod at Brenda as I step out from the back room. She
nods back. I stalk my new victim to the cat aisle. Come to mama you yummy
little man.

He turns suddenly and bumps face first into my tits. "Oopsy-daisy," I say.
"Can I help you find anything?" I lean way down and give him a clear view of
my cleavage.

He just freezes - can't move or speak. All he can do is look at my tits.

I shrug and take his hand. "Let's go, baby," I tell him. "We're gonna have
some fun."

As I pass Brenda I tell her, "Would you like a piece of this one?"

She blushes. "I would rather watch you."

I wink at her. "Okay sweet cheeks." I throw my victim up against the dog food
like he's no more than a sack of sugar, and catch him as he slides down with
my big tits in his face, smothering him. I lean into him and laugh as he
struggles for air. His little fists bop off of my broad shoulders.

I smile over my shoulder at Brenda and raise my miniskirt above my butt shelf.
Her eyes bug out. They get bigger when I pull down my panties, exposing my
porcelain cheeks. Spanking one of my cheeks hard I call to Brenda. "Get your
face over here, Precious."

Timid as a rabbit, she approaches me from behind. My victim is running out of
air and his yells are muffled by boob flesh. Brenda kneels behind me as if
kneeling to pray before an altar. Finally, she pressed her lips to my bottom
as tender as first love. I grab her skull and shove her face up my butt. Her
little tongue is warm and wet on my anus.

Eventually, my victim's arms fall to his sides. I pull his face up from my
cleavage and let him breath - his face is a violent purple. Brenda is licking
faster now. Her fingers slide up my legs and into my muff.

"Oh goaaad," I moan as a wave of ecstasy runs through me. I plant a stifling
kiss on my little man just as he is beginning to wake up. She ravages me to a
quick orgasm as I snarl and attack the little man in my arms, driving him to
cum in his pants.

I throw him to ground and drop my bare pussy on his face, taking Brenda in my
arms and ravaging her - lifting her in my arms and lick her all over. We girls
kiss - Brenda makes me dizzy with her skills. I topple backwards over my
victim and Brenda drives her little hand up my tight quim and rotates it until
I scream and blast cum all over her.

Somewhere in there, she manages to take pictures and videos. I can't tell when
because she has me reeling with every fucking nipple twist and clit fondling!
I cum over and over, dripping onto the forgotten man below me. My ribs hurt
from contractions.

The next thing I know, Brenda is sitting on my face and the little man is
fucking me hard while she videos him. I'm licking her clam and drinking down
her juice. She is giving direction to the man, improving his strokes as he
hammers away at me - the best fuck I had ever had to that point. My legs flail
in the air. I could throw them both to the winds and get up, but I am having
too much fun!

He grunts and cums inside of me. Brenda squeaks and cums on my face. Brenda
takes his wallet and gives him instructions for sending more money.

He gets up and wipes his cock on my panties. "Thank you. Miss," he says to
Brenda. "That was amazing."

"I'm sure," Brenda replies. "Now go home and try what you learned on your
wife."

"Yes Miss," he bows to her.

I lay panting on the store room floor as she shows him out.

When Brenda returns I ask in gasping breaths. "Why... why didn't you... tell
me you were a... fucking sex goddess?"

She blushes. She actually blushes and says, "You never asked." As I lay in a
pile of wet, Brenda takes a few more pictures of me - any she wants. She
pinches my nipples and gets a close up of those. She makes me roll over and
stick my butt in the air before snapping several of my clam from behind. I do
everything she tells me to in gratitude for the joy she has given me.

Then she goes to wait on a customer.

My limbs tremble as I manage to get up on my hands and knees. I'm still there
when Brenda comes back and sits on my back. She attaches a collar to my
throat. And a leash. Her heels dig into my sides and I start crawling with her
slight weight on my back.

She whispers in my ear, "I have a big strap-on back at my place. We could take
turns."

"Yes, please," I reply. "May I come over tonight?"

She lies down on my back. "I thought you would never ask," she whispers as her
tongue explores my ear. I moan and crumple to the floor under her as she has
her way with me.

So there I am, a taker of slaves, now the plaything of little Brenda, Mistress
of Ecstasy.