Wobbly Sucking And Fucking

Nov 5, 2013

Ever tried lesbian domination and strap-on sucking and fucking in the middle of a bouncy rope suspension bridge strung 80 feet above a forest canyon? I thought the answer might be ‘No.’ I, on the other hand, have just done exactly that courtesy of my slavegirl, Dunia and the 10-acre private grounds of my luxurious Mediterranean villa where I’m currently filming a whole new set of movies for my private members’ club site. The bridge in question runs high above the trees and makes a spectacular, if unstable, location for all sorts of kinky fun. Yesterday it saw me and my fellow dominatrix Fetish Liza binding both Dunia’’s hands and her feet to each side of the rope handrail before exploring her svelte and attractive body to the full. I concentrated on stroking the slavegirl’s breasts and testing out her deep-throat abilities by ramming my rubber-clad fingers into her mouth. In the meantime I couldn’t help but notice that my gorgeous friend Liza was busily engaged in exploring the depths of Dunia’s pussy. Once our subbie little girl had been tested to the full, it was time for Liza and I to bring out our strap-ons. We switched and swapped quite a lot on the wobbly bridge, taking it in turns to penetrate and fuck either mouth or pussy, whichever happened to be in reach at the time. Dunia proved to be wonderfully responsive. What started out as a lesbian domination ordeal for her seemed to turn into an orgasm-fest as she came time and time again to the rhythm of our fingers and the stiff rubber cocks pounding her from every side. It was a good way to get into the swing of this little sojourn in the Spanish sun. I wouldn’t want you to get the impression however that this week away from my Hanwell domain is about nothing other than tormenting my suffering stable of travelling male slaves and the visiting slavegirls who are popping in to service my needs throughout the week. There is also local food to be eaten and local wine to be drunk. And, at the end of a long hard day of domme play there is nothing nicer than relaxing in the Jacuzzi with naked Fetish Liza, sharing a bottle of fine wine and planning what torments we can inflict upon our willing holiday slaves the following day. Naturally, as we relax and enjoy ourselves, our slaves are busy getting on with all those dozens of chores of cleaning, cooking and tidying that keep my Miss Miranda travelling kink show on the road. One of the many advantages of my chosen domination profession in life is that Mistresses never have to lift a finger when there are suitable slaves around. There are, of course, some compensations for the slaves as well. Fetish Liza and I are both kindly Mistresses who sometimes allow slaves to eat our food scraps from bowls on the kitchen floor and even, on occasions, provide warm drinks to keep up their energy levels. Why, just last night, saw us both offer glasses of house champagne to slaves serving us in the hot tub. True… we could perhaps have walked the few yards to the bathroom when we needed to produce that champagne, but why should we go to the bother of moving when there are slave’s mouths to be filled? That same ethos of saving Mistress’s time and effort was demonstrated again a day or so ago when Liza and I were punishing slavegirl Dunia for some of her more minor misdemeanours (there have been so many sadistic punishments for boys and girls this week that they all blur into one in my memory sometimes. We had strapped Dunia face down over a bench on the terrace ready to receive a spanking and a severe strap-on fucking, when I suddenly realised that we might delegate a part of that task to save ourselves trouble. Several slaves, whom we had tied-up to sweat in the mid-day sun were still watching proceedings from under their rubber hoods and we were by then getting a little weary from the repeated thrusts into Dunia’s accommodating and pretty pussyhole. The answer came to me in a flash of inspiration. We could let the slaves do some of the penetration work. Obviously, they cannot receive any pleasure from our slavegirls’ bodies but that was not a problem. I strapped a dildo gag tightly into one sub’s mouth and told him to kneel between xx’s spread legs. Once I had rocked his head back and forwards to push the dildo into her already-wet slit, even my most stupid of slaves got the idea and took up the fucking task with gusto. The result was one well-fucked and worn slavegirl and one sexually frustrated and unhappy male. An ideal state of affairs I would say! Bookmark and Share