Archive-name: Slaves/feminism.txt

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Archive-title: Feminism





    I have always been into feminism.  Being a feminist does not

mean that I am quite as radical as the other women in the

movement.  But I do have one radical purpose in life, and that is

to make men my sex slaves.

    It's not that I hate men.  On the contrary, I don't think

that I could live without them.  But on the other hand, I live

for the opportunity to have them serve me as their mistress.  I

haven't had any trouble finding males to do my bidding.  I've got

a stable of four male slaves right now.  They are only too happy

to come to me on their knees and do everything that I command of

them.

    They know that their mistress craves satisfaction, and if

she does not receive it, my puny slaves will fell my wrath.  I

don't think that men are good for fucking a pussy.  But they are

good for sucking a pussy!  A man's tongue can do things that an

ordinary penis cannot.  It is more flexible, more able to dip

deep for my buried cunt treasure.

    I won't keep a man in my salve stable unless he can really

make me come.  He as to give me a tongue fuck unlike anything

that I have ever experienced before.  Of my four slaves, the most

sexually adept at licking my slit is Lenny.  He works his tongue

like a master's paintbrush.  He has a special place in my slave

stable.

    When Lenny comes over to my house for a typical session, the

first thing that I do is make him lick my glossy black patent

pumps.  It is sort of a tongue exercise for him, to get his

tongue in working order for when he scours another part of my

anatomy.

    Once my shoes are very shiny, I take a pair of handcuffs and

cuff his hands behind his back.  Then I rip off his clothing and

cuff his ankles together as well.  I strip down to my leather

corsette and nylons and take up a position clear across the room.

    "Crawl over to your mistress, you puny slave,"  I command. 

Likely if I took up a position six miles down the road, Lenny

wouldn't mind crawling to get his reward between by thighs.  It

can be awkward with his hands behind his back like that.  It's

difficult for Lenny to keep his balance.  I like to make it as

hard as possible.  Men should suffer frustration before they get

to the pleasure.

    It is a slow precess for Lenny.  It usually takes him about

five minutes to ge to me.  I further give him an ultimatum by

telling him that if he doesn't get to me within six minutes then

he will be denied my slit and other forms of sexual pleasures for

the rest of the evening.

    By the time that Lenny gets to me, my pussy is almost on

fire.  My cunt is like a steam bath, my tender twat desperately

needing to be soothed.  Lenny pushes his tongue against my

swollen pussylips and licks all over them before he enters my

cunt.

    His tongue feels like a dagger as it penetrates my sex hole. 

I tell him to lick like he means it, as I reach up and give a

hard yank on his hair.  Sometimes I push his face so hard into my

crotch that the guy almost suffocates from lack of air.

    Lenny's tongue travels in a dozen directions as he does his

best to satisfy me.  All the while I taunt him, telling him to

suck like he means it.  He craves verbal abuse as if he's a lousy

cunt licker.  For five solid minutes, Lenny swills out my slit

until he brings me over the line into the world of orgasmic

release.

    My slit really goes mushy as my cunt cream gushes onto his

tongue.  I don't want him to get too much of it, so after his

first mouthful, I push his head away from my slit, replacing it

with my fingers.  I catch all of my sauce as it flows freely.  I

lap up my own juice.  Why should a slave enjoy my discharge like

that?

    What I do to males my seem like cruel and unusual

punishment.  That's what I want it to be.



                          - Mistress -