Poetry on Demand

A lovely young Mistress from Bucharest
Made her slave a big request
"I want you to write my story
And tell all the world about my glory
Because of all the ladies you know, I am the best!"

So the slave hurried to his blog
Writing a story to meet his Mistress's demand
How she owned his mind and contolled his cock
How he loved to crawl or be leashed like a dog
How she could make him high but also unmanned

He left his story online for her to read
Waiting for response, heart beating like a drum
Mistress was pleased and gave him a good treat
She smiled bright, face beautiful sweet
"Dear slave you can stroke your aching meat,
But pay me a big tribute, when you cum!"

Homewrecked

My Mistress ordered me to write this story This story about how I was homewrecked. Homewrecked by Her. Homewrecked and didn't even know it.

Yes these kind of things can happen in the dark world of BDSM. The dark world where Mistresses and Goddesses shine bright. Where fetish Ladies show the way. Just lighting the murky path enough to find Her. To find Her bright eyes. Find your way to Her heels.

You don't need a light to find your credit card. Do you? You can find that blindly and you know all the numbers of your credit card from the top of your head. Your fingers find the keys on your keyboard automatically. Paying Her to make your dull day a little brighter.

On one of these days I was homewrecked.

Homewrecked. I didn't even know what it was at the time. I hadn't discovered that fetish yet, so to say. Well maybe I had. Subconscioucly. I guess it had already been in me. A seed. Waiting to germinate. But I had never had read or talked about it.

I watched Her in awe as She smiled. Her smile kept me dreaming. Dreaming of Her dark eyes. Drowning deeply into Her eyes. Slowly wanking my hard dick. Careful not to cum. Edging, edging, edging. As She had taught me.

It was so easy for Her to make me confess what I had done. I felt so happy telling Her all my fantasies. All my dreams. All that I was doing for Her also when She was not around.

Her soft red lips, perfect red lips made my heart beat faster. Faster. Just a smile of those lips. That was all I desired. A sensual, seductive, red smile. I was craving Her smile. A smile that blinded my eyes. Warmed up my heart. Made my dick twitch. Yes I had to pay Her more. Yes I had to confess  more of my kinks to Her. I wanted Her to use me. I wanted Her to know all my secrets and smile. Smile and become more powerful.

And She smiled. Her beautiful lips softly together. The bright color of Her lipstick freshly painted. She smiled and my mind went blank. It felt as if She had eaten me in one glance. Devoured me. So completely Hers. So peaceful. So exciting.

I was Her puppy. Happily kissing the floor where She had lifted Her high heels. Trying to get closer to Her. Begging for attention. Happy with every flake of Her beauty. So grateful to be owned. So grateful to be of use to Her.

I wasn't sure what had made Her smile so bright. She had smiled and Her face had come closer to me. So close. I could almost touch it. Her lips a little wet. Her eyes shining. Drawing me in deeper. Always deeper. More addicted.

She was proud of me. That was what She had said. I had been a good boy. Those words alone were enough to give me the happiest feeling on the earth. I had been a good boy.

I was allowed to cum. To cum for Her beauty. Wanking like crazy. Wanking my hard sensitive dick. Watching Her touching Her legs. Stroking Her hair. Yes I was allowed to cum. To cum for Her. Only for Her. Emptying my balls. Pumping my dick in devotion. Wanking for Her in adoration. For Her beauty. For Her mind. For Her control over me. Control over my orgasms. Control of my sex life.

The lady smiled. She kept me dreaming. Dreaming of Her dark dark eyes. She kept me coming back for Her. Addiction. Worship. Lust. Weak.

Years later. I was still at Her feet. Begging for attention. Paying. Trying to amuse Her. Craving for Her smile.

And She smiled. Years later. Kind. Sexy. Sensual. Powerful.

I had asked Her what She knew about homewrecking. My newest fetish fantasy. Being forced to deny wifey for Her. Trashing wifey for Her.
Sexless wifey. Addictive, beautiful, powerful Mistress. Goddess. Queen. My owner.

She smiled and sweetly explained. She had already homewrecked me years before.

Years before. That day. The day when I had confessed to Her what I had done when She wasn't around.

How I had been in bed. In bed with my wife. Turning my back to her.  Thinking about Her ravishing beauty. Her slim stockinged legs. Her smile. Her firm breasts. Her endless long dark hair. My dick had been so hard. So rock hard. I touched it. Touched it for Her. Slowly first. Opening Her site on my phone. Looking for a picture. Wife next to me. Not caring if She slept or not. Wanking for Her. Her big dark eyes looking at me from the picture. Lips red. Legs black sheer stockings. Expensive heels. She loved expensive heels. So proud that I payed a little for those. Stroking harder. Dick bigger than my hand. Ready to explode. Pumping it slow. Edging, edging, edging as She had taught me.

So in love with Her. So Her slave. Wanting to spoil Her. Please Her. Do anything for Her.
Wanking. Jerking. Edging. Next to boring sexless wife. I hated her. I wanted Her. My Mistress. My Queen.

I could almost see Her smile. Smiling at me jerking for Her. Jerking next to my wife. Thinking of Her. Lusting for Her. Addicting myself more to Her. Moving away from wife.

I was sure this was She wanted me to do. To jerk my cock for Her. Empty my balls for Her. Only for Her. For Her dark eyes. For Her smiling lips.

I had been so proud telling Her that the next morning. Edging for hours. Staring at Her picture. Next to wife. Wanking for my Goddess. Emptying my balls. Draining them. Leaving nothing. Not a drop. Pumping my dick in devotion. For Her beauty. Next to wife.

Years before. I had already been homewrecked. Homewrecked by Her.

She smiled. I payed.